#also please PLEASE give us actual harry content in the next game i literally love harry so much in the game

[michsmeesh]

i actually need more insomniac games spidey in my life i cant wait any longer THIS IS TORTUREEE JUST LOOK AT HIMMMM

[crowdedimagines]

Spill It - Harry Styles

an// i literally love the spill your guts concept, but hopefully this is a new take on it! also, this is not going to be chronologically correct to real life, that’s the fun of fiction! also in a world without covid

“I will never understand how you continue to convince people to do this.” I sigh, taking in the table in front of me.

“Let’s take a look at what Y/n here is so fond of.” James teases before giving the table a good spin, showing off all of its contents, “To start we’ve got salmon smoothie, beef tongue, bird saliva, scorpion, fish head, hot sauce, bull penis, and finally, the water beetle. I think you’re both familiar with the rules of this game.”

“I’m sure.” Niall smiles, turning his head towards mine and I nod in agreement.

Niall and I go way back, having been friends for years. We met back in 2013 when I opened for One Direction’s tour. I quickly become close with all of them. One more so than the others. Harry. He and I just clicked, everyone knew it. It took months for us to start dating, afraid that we would ruin the good thing we had, but neither of us wanted to wait anymore. You can’t pass up a connection like that.

“Niall, I will ask you the first question.” James announces, “We’ll go with the salmon smoothie.”

“Oh god.” He mutters.

James lets out a loud laugh and covers his face in shock over the question. He turns it to me so I can catch a glimpse before he reads it out-loud and my jaw drops.

“You might as well drink now, not even hear the question.” I tease, leaning across the table.

“Niall, who is your least favorite member of One Direction?”

Niall’s head drops in defeat, even though he was sure going into this a question like this would be brought up. He just wishes it could’ve been on something a little easier to choke down.

“Drink up, babe.” I smile, a teasing smile crossing my face.

“Fuck.” He shakes his head.

“I can’t… “ He reaches for the glass and throws it back, it takes a few seconds for the sludge to finally shift and he can get a mouthful. A sour look takes over his face as soon as it reaches his taste buds. He quickly leans down to spit it in the bucket.

“That’s horrendous.” He coughs, “It was like a salmon yogurt.”

“Alright Niall, your turn to ask Y/n.”

I smile politely to my friend of many years who takes on a sinister look once he’s read the question.

“Please be nice.” I stick out my bottom lip.

“Right right.” He laughs, spinning the table as he takes in his options.

“Don’t forget I have a very good memory, especially of the years spent on a shared tour bus…” I chaff.

“Don’t remind me.” He settles on the hot sauce, thankfully one of the lesser evil options. I would take this over anything else on the table.

I did crash on their bus more than my own. It started because they were fun, barely older than me, but then when Harry and I started dating we became. Even sharing a bunk as uncomfortable as it was most nights. Those boys grew up with me, and I’m thankful to still be in good contact with all of them.

“You recently welcomed your third god-child into the world when Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid welcomed their daughter to the world.”

“Yes, I did.” I smile at the cheering audience. I have managed to do the impossible in staying close with all of the boys since the hiatus. Well, all but one. Gigi and I met years ago, and I introduced the pair at an award show. The other boys had their reason for making me god mother, but it did give me this monopoly on all of the One Direction children. 

“You are actually the god-mother to all three of the One Direction children. Who’s your favorite?”

My jaw drops at the question. Who had the audacity to ask that? To think I could ever answer that about any of my little nieces and nephews. The audience cheers in shock over the question as well.

“You’re joking.” I scoff, “They’re children, I could never pick a favorite!”

“How about your least favorite then?” James teases.

“You lot are all horrendous!”

I grab the shot glass and down the hot sauce immediately. I love all of them way too much to ever pick. I’m sure it’s exactly what they expected with a question like that. It burns for a few seconds and I put the glass back and try to shake it off.

“Nice one!” Niall cheers.

“Now James-” I clear my throat, the hot sauce catching up with me, “Name one guest that you would never invite back to the show.” I bite back a smile and fan my face with the card.  

James looks up into the camera as if he actually wants to answer.

“C’mon, you can do it! Just for once.” I grin like a little kid in a candy store, I want him to answer. I want to know, and it would be nice to finally get him to reveal an answer like this.

“Are you trying to get this show canceled?” He turns to one of the producers off screen. He looks between them and the water beetle I’ve placed in front of him. He gives his head one last shake before throwing it down the hatch.

“Niall, it’s your last night on Earth, you can either spend it with your ex girlfriend Ellie Goulding or Selena Gomez?”

He goes back and forth, trying to be polite with his answer before eventually picking Ellie.

“Y/n, who is your favorite member of One Direction?” Niall asks, the smirk growing wider with every word he utters.

The crowd roars, knowing very well of my relationship from a few years ago. One that people still brought up regularly in both Harry and my life due to us remaining friendly. 

“What is up with you guys wanting to know my favorites?” I roll my eyes, “Give me something I can actually answer.”

“Fine! I’ll ask you one!” Niall grins, an evil and family glint in his eyes appearing, “What songs have you written about Harry?”

A red hue takes over my face again, only this time it’s not from the hot sauce.

“Either that, or the bird saliva.” He grins, showing off a wide smile. If only we weren’t on national television and I could smack it off.

“It smells like wet dog.” I sigh, I pick it up giving it a whiff before setting it back down on the table, “Could I name one song?”

Niall and James exchange a look before the nod accepting it. 

“I wrote the song Everything about him.” I smile. It shouldn’t exactly be a surprise to most people, there were clues. Both of our fans were smart enough to catch on and read between the lines. It was a song I released almost two years ago, the album following our breakup.

It was a powerful song, it quickly became one of the favorites of my fans. It’s also one of the few that I don’t perform. I can’t think of a time I’ve sung that song without crying, it wasn’t meant for the stage. It was meant to be played in your bedroom while you stare at your ceiling. People have always understood that. 

“It’s a lovely song.” Niall smiles knowingly.

“Thank you.” I smile, I move on and reach out to ask James his question.

“James, you have been blessed to have both Niall and I on for carpool karaoke.” I smile at Niall, “Which one did you enjoy more?”

I can’t fight off the laughter that takes over. As if it isn’t hard enough to answer questions like these, it’s only upped the ante by having us both here.

“You’re kidding.” He dabs away the sweat on his forehead.

“It’s okay, Niall won’t be that offended.” I reassure and stick out my tongue at Niall.

“You’re an arse.” Niall laughs with the roll of his eyes.

In the middle of Niall and I acting like children bickering, James tears off a bite of the cows tongue without another word.

“Oh god.” I turn away from the unpleasant sight.

“That’s rank.” Niall huffs.

Niall answers his next question from James again, successfully getting away without eating anything.

“Y/n, if the past four years you have gotten into acting. You have made quite a name for yourself on the big screen as well as on the stage.” Niall begins.

“I don’t like where this is going.” I laugh.

“Rank your co-stars from your past films best to worst; Dylan O’Brian, Logan Lerman, and John Boyega.” Niall smacks his knee with a laugh.

“I have been blessed to work with so many talented actors” I start, picking up the terrifying looking bug that has been placed in front of me.

“Mhm.” James agrees with an evil smile on his face.

“So talented, that I could never rank them.” I throw back the scorpion before I can second guess myself. I manage to chew enough of it for it to count before spitting it out as gracefully as I can.

That’s a wrap after that, enough time getting juicy content out of us quite literally either spilling or filling our guts. I give Niall a hug before going back to my dressing room. I couldn’t be more thankful to share the couch tonight with a long time friend.

I drive home, eager to go home and relax. The episode won’t air until later tonight which gives me a couple hours of peace from Twitter. I take a bath and make myself some dinner, before eventually climbing into bed and turning on the TV to watch the episode.

It’s good, fun to watch back. Niall and I make a good pair, easy to read the friendship on camera. In time the episode ends and I turn off the TV and decide to go to bed. It’s been a long day full of press. Before I can actually drift off my phone lighting up and vibrating on my nightstand grabs my attention.

You are my everything too. xx

PART TWO??????

[lunarfly]

Ok so I decided to finally post the promised: defending Romione (🥺💗💕💖💞💘) against Dr*mione (ಠಿ_ಠ) shippers.

So I've read a few posts about Dr*mione shippers, talking about why their ship is amazing (which had nothing to do with canon btw) and bashing Ron (for no reason) and I'm literally shaking out of anger.

Here are my thoughts:

1. "Ron is too dumb for hermione"

Stop- Just-

Stop.

RON IS NOT DUMB.

Yes, he might not be very interested in school subjects, but 👏 that 👏 doesn't 👏 mean 👏 he 👏 is 👏 dumb 👏.

He is actually very smart! He beat McGonagall's chess game, he is logical and quick-thinking. There's MANY examples of this that I won't name right now, but it's a canonical fact. Ron. Is. Not. Dumb.

And consider he was dumb. So? Would that stop Romione from happening? NO! Hermione didn't mind Ron not being smart. She was just upset that Ron was lazy and wouldn't study anything until the last minute. She wanted to get both Harry and Ron to study according to a schedule.

Is it clear? Intelligence doesn't determine love.

**And this is something that confuses me. This doesn't have anything to do with the point, but why does nobody realize that Harry isn't much smarter than Ron? Yes, he was better at DADA but that requires TALENT, not intelligence. And I'm pretty sure we all know that Ron is talented as well (hopefully everyone realizes that). Nobody uses the fact that Harry wasn't intelligent against Harmione, but everyone uses the fact that Ron wasn't intelligent against Romione. The double standards tear apart the fandom.

2. "Ron bought hermione perfume and Draco could get her something better."

Soooo, you're saying that just because Ron didn't have the money that Draco had means that Hermione didn't deserve Ron?

Wow, this just says a lot about you dr*mione shippers. You only care about the money that Draco has, not his personality. You don't like Ron because he's poor (and I know how FanFics give the "kind Draco" Ron's canon personality so the only "problem" with Ron is his looks and lack of money). And you don't see Hermione nor Ron the way they are. This "point" of yours is literally stating that Hermione should be a gold-digger and get Draco because he can get her the expensive presents that she deserves. Yikes.

3. "Draco can understand the emotional side of Hermione while Ron can't."

Wait

What?

WHERE DO YOU GET THIS IDEA FROM-

Draco is only EVER concerned about his own self, he is a NARCISSIST. He would NEVER care for someone (let alone Hermione) as purely and truly as he cared about himself. He didn't even care about Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson etc. He was selfish. The only reason he could express his emotions was because he had to go through a lot since he realized that killing Dumbledore wasn't as easy as bullying Hermione. This would never ever work.

And even if Ron didn't understand her as much, he STILL comforted her. Take the beginning chapters of The Deathly Hallows as an example. You'll see.

4. "Ron is too immature."

I need help.

Of course Ron was immature when he was 11!! Yes, he acted immaturely many times, yes, he made many mistakes, but guess what? He changed! He changed for Hermione!! Draco didn't change at all, not for Hermione, nor for anyone else. He remained the same bratty bully.

If you could reread the books and read prisoner of azkaban vs deathly hallows, you will definitely see how much Ron has matured. He doesn't argue with Hermione anymore, he comforts her, he's there for her. Yes, he made a mistake but he was manipulated by the horcrux! We don't blame Ginny for what tom riddle's diary made her do, do we? So stop blaming Ron!

Anyways, I think if dr*mione shippers have read the books, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say Ron changed for Hermione. I honestly don't know how you could miss Ron's character arc.

5. "Ron would be jealous of the brilliant Hermione."

What?

If I remember correctly, the reason Draco bullied the trio was because he was jealous of them. His jealousy turned into a 7 year torture for the trio and now you're saying that Ron is the jealous one? Please.

But anyways, Ron has been jealous of Harry and has made a few mistakes. But there are reasons behind them and I can defend him for each of these with arguments other than "everyone makes mistakes" (cough cough* Draco stans* cough cough).

First of all, Ron has admitted being jealous of Harry's fame because he lives with 5 older brothers who outshine him. But that's not really a mistake because he never let it get in his way. There were only 2 situations in 7 years when he left Harry out of jealousy but I think these have different explainations.

No1 Ron left in goblet of fire. I think the real reason that Ron let his jealousy get in his way this time, was not only because Harry got to participate in the tournament which could bring him eternal glory, but more likely because he was disappointed that his own best friend didn't even tell him that he was entering and didn't even help him participate (which wasn't true, but Ron thought so back then).

No2 Ron left in deathly hallows. This one was 100% because of the horcrux and I think we should all accept this by now and stop hating on Ron for being affected by dark magic.

And just like that, Ron never let his jealousy get in his way of friendships. I can't think of a situation where Ron is jealous of the brilliant Hermione so if you remember, please let me know so I can argue against it. <3

6. "Ron and Hermione would break up and remain friends, it's easy to imagine because they didn't have a strong relationship."

This was actually said, someone actually said this-

I'm just going to say that Ron and Hermione are happily married to this day (which definitely proves that their relationship is strong) and give the dr*mione community a moment of silence.

7. "Ron didn't do anything for Hermione and was just a jerk."

Coming from a person who has read and reread the books multiple times, I can assure you that Ron did many things for Hermione.

Of course, he was immature at first, he was mean to her, but slowly he started seeing more of the good in Hermione and started changing for her.

And even when he was immature, he still cared about Hermione and would protect her no matter what.

Let's remember how many times rubbish Ron stood up for Hermione against the brilliant bully Draco. 🥰

Let's remember how cowardly Ronald faced his fears of spiders to help Hermione (and the rest of the school, just how jerkier can he get?). 🥰

Let's remember how ridiculous Ronniekins stood up for Hermione against sensational Snape and got himself into detention (oh yes, this is the book version of the movie moment where Ron agrees with Snape about Hermione being an 'insufferable know-it-all'). 🥰

Let's remember how rotten Ronny comforted Hermione when she was worried about Hagrid and Buckbeak (and he even let her hug him and cry on his shoulder, how rude). 🥰

Let's remember how revolting Ronald sacrificed himself to save Harry and Hermione in the chess game. 🥰

Let's remember how horrendous Ron attempted to hex Draco when he used a slur that was meant to offend Hermione. 🥰

Keep in mind that all of these were done when Ron was still immature and still argued a lot with Hermione.

And these aren't even all.

8. "Ron and Hermione have a loveless marriage."

What the-

I'm sorry, I'm trying to be respectful here but this is crap. And the fact that the person said they also had "proof" from the c*rsed ch*ld but didn't want to spoil it-

As much as I hate the c*rsed ch*ld, I can tell you that it did its job portraying Ron and Hermione's unconditional love. Even in alternative realities, where they didn't get married, they were still in love.

And why would you even think that Ron and Hermione would marry and have kids if they didn't love each other? I need explainations.

Next.

9. "Ron never listens to Hermione."

I'm sorry, what? I'm genuinely confused??

What do you even mean by this? Yeah, they used to argue a lot, and? Ron thinks Hermione is brilliant and wonderful and he follows her advice. I can't recall a moment where Ron won't listen to Hermione, doesn't agree with her and ruins her plans. Anyone else?

Since this one is a big mess and a confusion, I'll move on to the next one until someone explains the points and arguments.

10. "Draco could make Hermione laugh while Ron couldn't."

....

Do I really need to say anything for this one?

Ron was the funniest one from the trio, that's why Harry enjoyed his company so much! Don't you remember the line in goblet of fire where Harry thinks about how much he misses having Ron as his best friend, because without him there's less fun and less laughs? I do.

But what I don't remember is finding Draco's sense of humor funny. I'm sorry but his intellectual level is almost as low as Crabbe and Goyle's. His insults are none other than Potty and Weaselbee, he only got 3 O.W.L.s and all of his jokes were stupid and dumb and their only purpose was insulting people he was jealous of.

These fanfics have rotten people's brains...😬

Anyways, I'm going to stop here. I've delayed this post for very long and I'm so excited to finally post it!

I read a book on wattpad by a dr*mione shipper and it was nothing but a giant headache. That's where I got all of these statements from. Most of the garbage in the book revolved around Draco and Hermione being inseparable and getting over all obstacles (wth) and other stupid stuff like that which really annoyed me. The book was called "why we love dr*mione" and it was by Bittenwizard. You can read and enjoy! Trust me, you'll have lots of content to post about after that 🤠👍

*I always try to be respectful to all ships, but sometimes some of them really anger me because the ships are either toxic or the arguments are plain trash. I'm sorry if I offend anyone.

Thank you for reading this. If you're a dr*mione shipper, I hope I've convinced you to give up the ship or come up with better arguments for it.

If you're an anti-dramione I hope you enjoyed the post. I'll delight you with more anti-toxic-ships content. :)

Thank you once again! <3

[potatosoldier]

Are you still there?

/Part 5/

Please, if you could. leave your opinions of this series in the comments :)

l yawned as I sat with Eugene Roe and Ralph Spina at the train wagon. My head was aching and my throat was sore. It was really getting tough to stay awake. I wasn’t going to ask for sick leave, but I felt like there was a spiky hairball stuck to my throat. So much for enjoying the train ride. No, Sonja, you are finally able to relax a little. I shouldn’t be ungrateful and take these moments for granted. 

I slowly take my cross pendant and give it a little kiss of thanks for the little moment of peace. Ralph raises his brows from across me. “You praying?”, he asks kindly. 

I shake my head: “I’m thanking God for being able to rest.” He nods and looks at me with a soft look. Eugene also smiles, they truly are a pair of truly empathetic men. “So you’re religious?”,Eugene asks. 

“Evangelical Lutheran”, I answer. “My whole dads side of the family is, with you know them being Finnish. I was actually confirmed there”, I explain. Religion was something I valued. It did not rule my life, but belief was something that gave me a feeling of contentment. I want to live a pure life, and as long as I keep my intentions pure, I want to belief that something out there is looking out for me. 

“Do you actually speak Finnish?”, the Cajun gentleman asks. I chuckle “Yhtä hyvin, kuin sinä puhut Ranskaa”, I answer and they look at me both very confused. I giggle at their expressions. “I just said that: As well as you speak French”

With Richard and Lewis

Richard Winters was calmly writing into his notebook as he heard a very familiar voice behind him: “Going my way?”

The red head stopped writing for a moment. “Where the train takes me”, he answered. Being the calm and collected man he was, he didn’t feel the need to pester his friend for information. Even if he seemed to be very adamant for him to take interest. 

“Where do you suppose that might be?”

“Haven’t got a clue”

“Yeah, come on. Take a guess. Atlantic, Pacific, Atlantic”, the button eyed officer hints. Richard continues writing to his notebook. He couldn’t deny being a little curious, but he could live without knowing. Lewis on the other hand couldn’t live without sharing. “I’m not the intelligence officer”, Richard interrupts his friends guessing game. 

“As such, I know, but if I told you, I’d have to kill you”, Lewis quips as he leans closer to Dick. 

“So don’t tell me”, Dick answers just as cool and collected as before. It truly amazed Lewis, the amount of self restraint the lieutenant in front of him had. It was admirable, but amusing as well. If your humor is sick enough of course. 

Lewis makes his way and sits in front of his friend. “New York City. Troop ship.England. We’re invading Europe, my friend”, he says seriously and pulls a flask from his back pocket. 

“Fortress Europa”, he salutes and pushes the flask towards his friend. Dick still looks as cool as before. “Since when do I drink”, he inquires dryly. The dry expression and amusement leave his face quickly after Lewis ends up admitting to hiding a case of his favorite whiskey: VAT 69, into his pristine friends footlocker. Dick was not sure which worried him more, the fact that his friend had just sneaked it in or the fact that his friend was so actively drinking. God knows he didn’t want to see Lew hurt. 

Dick looks very displeased as Lewis offers the flask to Harry, before a thoughtful expression takes over as he looks at the flask, making Lewis raise his brow. Was he really considering taking it?

“Sonja’s throat was sore. Might be wisest to get her here and offer some without the men seeing”, Richard says after a while. Lewis shakes his head: “She is a nurse! I’m not wasting my VAT on that” he chuckles. 

Richard raises his brow, looking very displeased again. “And since when was her health a waste”, he whispers looking very serious. Harry next to him laughs. “God Nix, go find her or he’ll be pissy all day”

Nix nods and stands up with a smirk attached to his face. Dick shakes his head, and people dared to say that traveling with friends was pleasant. 

Sonja

My brows furrow as I see Lewis Nixon make a very determined path towards me. And no there was no chance he was coming to see someone else. He locked his eyes with mine and you could see the mischief dancing in his brown orbs. 

He smirks as he stands next to me quickly nodding to Spina and Roe, before leaning closer and whispering into my ear: “Josef calls Mary, I repeat Josef calls Mary”

I pull a face and look at him like he had just gone crazy. He seems to be happy with that, and takes my arm helping me up, before taking a hold of my shoulders and literally pushing me where he wants. 

“Lewis, could you kindly explain, why you decided to kidnap me?”, I ask with mock kindness. “As I said, Josef needs Mary”. I roll my eyes at his joke. 

“You really aren’t as funny as you think you are”, I point out, before I let out a small cough. “Shut up, holy Mary, I’m absolutely hilarious. Though you sound a little rough”, he says and I do hear the actual care in his voice. 

I look at him tilting my chin up and smile gently. “Just a little sore throat. I’m a nurse I know how to work it out”, I soothe. He just shakes his head and says under his breath: “Don’t I know it”

When we make it to their seat Harry jumps up from next to Dick and he and Lewis maneuver me over to his old place. 

“Okay, Maiden fair rescued from the wolves, and Knight Lewis Nixon just got off the hook, thank you” 

So much for being subtle boys. I look around and see no alarming faces. With that I slouch a little and lean against my husbands shoulder. Richard seems to do the same check and brushes my thick brunette locks back before planting a kiss on my forehead. Harry is looking at us with a soft grin, he really was such a romantic. As was I, him talking about Kitty made me feel all kinds of joy for them.

Then he does the most surprising thing, he holds his hand out for Lewis’s flask. I open my mouth to ask why was he offering his teetotaler wife a drink, but I don’t get the chance. “Drink, it’ll ease your pain”, Richard whispers and holds the flask near my mouth. 

My mouth comes to the most loving smile as I look into his eyes. This caring angel of a man. “You noticed, huh?”I whisper tenderly.

 I raise my other hand to tip the flask with his and take a small ladylike sip. The taste is..not my favorite and I pull a face. It felt like those shivers you get when you drink cold tea from the bottom of the mug. 

“Thank you”, I whisper and we pass the flask back to Lewis. Who looks positively horrified. “I just gave you five star liquor and you pulled a damn face. No woman, you don’t say thank you. You apologize”, he scolds. I can’t even tell if he is serious or not. 

“oh forgive me oh lord of sin”, I say tiredly and lean against Dick even more heavily. “that’s more like it”, I hear the pleased answer. Richard takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. I sigh and sleep better than I have slept since I left Lancaster. 

Huge thank you to @iilovemusic12us​, our chats really mean the world to me! :)

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Forty-Nine

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, and a wee bit of Angst. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Morning, Harry.” Isaac smiles at Harry as he walks in.

“Mornin’.” He says going right to his office. He was extremely groggy. He barely got any sleep thinking about a future with you. He was just too excited at the thought of you someday being the mother of his children.

“Have a good weekend?”

“Mm.” He says, not really being awake enough to talk yet.

He goes into his office and sits down. His phone buzzes, a notification from Instagram. You had posted some pictures from Saturday. He smiles when he swipes to see the picture of the two of you, and then some from the photo booth. You also added a funny one of you and Niall, and a decent picture of the four of you. He double taps to like it, and sets his phone aside. Julia knocks on his door.

“Hi Harry.”

“Hi.”

“Doing the coffee rounds.”

“Julia.” He sighs. “I ask for the same thing every mornin’, do ya think we could skip this part and just go straight to when you actually give me the coffee from now on?”

“Um…sure, Harry, I could do that.”

“I’d really appreciate it.”

She smiles and leaves. He knew she looked forward to that first interaction every day, but he just needed the time to settle in without being interrupted. He grabs a camera and head down to the set up he’d be working with for the day. Mariah joins him a couple minutes later. They chat about the weekend and he shows her the pictures you posted. Julia comes over with their coffees.

“Ah, thanks, love.” Harry says without really thinking about it, taking a sip of his coffee. Her face heats up.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles at him.

“Right, well, have fun with Myk today.”

She turns and leaves them alone. Later when he feel puckish for a snack he bumps into Paige in the breakroom.

“Hey, H.” She says.

“Hi Paige, good weekend?”

“Yeah it was alright, went by way too fast.”

“Agreed.” He grabs a protein bar from a cabinet. “How are things with Dana?”

“Really good actually, she’s a fast learner. It’s been nice having some help, I’ve been able to get a lot more work done since I’ve been letting her handle some more of the mundane tasks. Thanks again for telling Ryan to have her work with me.”

“So you haven’t been annoyed at all?”

“I was at first, but once I realized that she was actually helping I was totally over it.” She smiles.

“Good, glad I could help.” He smiles back.

Harry’s day is easy for the most part. No one really interrupted him which he greatly appreciated. There were a fuck ton of pictures and shots he needed to take. He was exhausted by the time he needed to leave to meet Niall.

“Have a good evening, H.” Isaac says as he leaves.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Always have such a bright smile on your face? I have to say it always helps me leave here with a good mood.” Harry smiles at him and leaves.

“Oh my god.” Isaac says to himself, feeling slightly flustered.

//

Harry meets Niall at the storage unit, and they take a couple of trips bringing things back and forth. After work you went home to pack up a bunch of things. You also wanted to make dinner for Harry since you knew he’d be hungry after doing so much heavy lifting. When he got home he was sweaty and tired. He took his shirt off the second he was able to hang his coat up. He was desperate for a shower, and you.

You were bent over cleaning something up off the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks. Harry rushes over to you, and you stand up.

“Hi.” You sniffle, and then look at him surprised. “Where’s your shirt?”

“I just took it off, what happened?”

“I was taking dinner out of the oven and I burnt myself and then I dropped everything on the floor. I feel really bad because I know you did a ton of work tonight and I just wanted to have a nice dinner made for you.” You wipe your eyes.

“Where’d you get burnt, babe.”

“My wrist, look.” You hold your wrist out to him. He leads you over to the sink and runs a paper towel under some warm water. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“It’s better to run a burn under warm water, cold water will make it scar.” He dabs your wrist with the paper towel and you wince, but relax at the way he touches you. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“I just finished cleaning everything up. I’ll have to dive into our frozen meals, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, love.” He continues to press the paper towel to your wrist. He removes it and brings your wrist up to his mouth for a kiss. “There, all better.” He kisses the top of your head. “A frozen meal is just fine, do ya mind poppin that pizza we got in the oven? I’m desperate for a shower. I probably smell like a goat.” You giggle.

“You smell just fine, and yeah I can make that for us.”

“Thanks.”

He goes into the bathroom and gets in the shower. He stands there for a while just letting the warm water cascade over him. You pop the pizza into the oven, and go sit on the couch with your laptop. You wanted to start your first assignment for class. You had to read a few chapters out of your book and then post in a forum. You had two different high lighters out so you could color code. Harry comes out in just a pair of boxers, his hair still damp. He sits down next to you. You had the TV on while you were reading and high lighting. He watched as your lips mouthed the words you were reading.

“How can you concentrate with the TV on?”

“Hm?” You look at him. “I don’t know, I need the background noise. I usually have the TV on or listen to music while I do my homework. Are you one of those people that need it silent?”

“No, I used to listen to music, just couldn’t read with the TV on.”

“Well, I already read what questions she wants answered in the forum, so I’m just skimming for quotes.”

“Cheatin’ the system a bit?” He smirks.

“I learned a long time ago, it’s all about learning how the teacher teaches. I’m taking in all of the content, but I also know how to play the game. I’m not going to put in a crazy amount of effort if I don’t need to.”

“What happened to givin’ your all?”

“I still am.” You shrug. “I still fully intend to get an A, I’m just doing it the way I know how.”

“How come you have two high lighters?”

“I code while I read, it helps me remember things when I go back to study later.”

“What-“

“Harry.” You sigh. “TV is one thing, but you talking isn’t really helping me read.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I can go into the bedroom if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. Do your readin’ here.” He smiles.

You get back to it and find what you need for quotes. You grab your laptop and open up a word document. You had a word limit you needed to hit and you wanted to hit it well. Harry steals glances of you. You looked so concentrated. He couldn’t believe how fast you were typing away while you answered your questions. The timer went off on the oven, so he got up to take it out. He let it cool for a few minutes and then sliced it up. He brought two pieces on a plate over for you and set it on the coffee table. You copied everything from the document into the forum and posted.

“Finally.” You sigh and grab the pizza. “In a couple days I have to respond two people, and then I’ll be done for the week.”

“Seems tedious.”

“Very, but it’s easy so I’m not complaining.”

“What’s this class about?”

“It’s a philosophy, ethics, and education course. I think I want to teach at a collegiate level someday so getting an MEd is the route I think I’m going to take.”

“Hm, Professor Y/L/N, I like the sound of that.”

“Me too, I especially like the way it sounds coming from you.” You give him a peck on the cheek and dive into your pizza.

“I don’t think I’d survive one of your classes.”

“Why’s that?”

“The combination of how strict you’d probably be with how sexy you’d look teachin’ would just be disastrous. I’d probably have to come to your office for extra help, and then who knows what would happen?” You shake your head at him.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“It’s true! I wonder what options you’d give me for extra credit.”

“Who says you’d even take one of my classes?” You get up and put both of your plates in the sink. He follows you around.

“If I saw you on campus, I’d sign up for any class you’d be teachin’.”

“That’s only because you know me.”

“Not true.”

“Are you saying there was a hot professor at your school that you took every class with?”

“God no, I don’t think I had a single young, hot professor.” He laughs. “I typically stuck with the grad assistants.” You roll your eyes at him. “Kidding! Yikes, lighten up.” He smirks.

“Harry, I would literally not be surprised to find out if you fucked every single woman at both of your universities.”

“Not all of ‘em, didn’t fuck anyone that had a boyfriend.”

“My, how considerate of you.” You say sarcastically.

“What about me? If I were a professor at your university, would you have had a crush on me?”

“Harry, I think in any universe I would have a crush on you.” His cheeks heat up. He wasn’t expecting such an honest answer. You walk away from him and plop back down on the couch.

“Don’t get too comfy, c’mon.” You turn your head up to look at him.

“What?”

“Bedroom, let’s go.” You cross your arms and turn your attention back to the TV. “Y/N.”

“Aren’t you too tired?”

“Caught a second wind. Nothin’ on the TV is more important right now.”

“Says you.” You point to the TV. “The Bachelor is just about to start.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Harry, the season of The Bachelor starts tonight, and I’d like to watch.” He comes over to sit next to you.

“Please, tell me you’re joking.”

“No, and in fact…” Your phone goes off, you have a FaceTime request from Niall. Your face lights up as you answer. “Hey!”

“Tell me you’re watchin’!”

“Yes! And you’re friend here doesn’t seem to understand the importance.”

“Next Monday we are gettin’ together to watch, just like last season.”

“Yes! Please, I need you here. Can you believe they went with Peter over Mike?”

“I’m still not over it.” Harry bends over and puts his face in his hands.

“I cannot fucking believe this.”

“You can either sit and watch or go to another room. This is my guilty pleasure and I’m allowed to have it.”

“Can’t you just record it?”

“And be spoiled by all the people on Twitter, I don’t think so.”

“What else is so important?” Niall asks. You give him a telling look and he starts laughing. “Keep it in your pants mate!”

“That seems to be how it’s going to be this evening.”

You and Niall decide to just text each other during the episode so Harry is slightly less annoyed. He grabbed his laptop and put his headphones in so he didn’t have to fully watch. He’d glance up at you when he’d hear you gasp or start laughing hysterically.

“What a dumb bitch!”

“Oh god, I really don’t like any of these girls.”

“Peter! You’re horny stop!”

Harry took his headphones off when he heard you say that. He looks at the screen and sees two people heavily making out.

“What in the fuck are you actually watching?”

“This is how The Bachelor is! This guy last season, he fucked this girl four times! Four times! He just wants to bone, I don’t know if he’s ready for marriage, I just don’t see it.”

“How long is this?”

“Usually it’s two hours, but because it’s the premiere, it’s three hours tonight. It’s live.”

“Three hours?!”

“You don’t have to stay up the whole time with me if you don’t want, babe.” It was already 9:30.

“No, I…”

“What?”

“I don’t wanna go to bed at a different time than you.” You turn to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think it’s good when couple’s go to bed at different times. Like, I could already be asleep when you come to bed. Then we wouldn’t really be able to enjoy a cuddle. What’s the fun in that?”

“My parents never went to bed at the same time, it’s a perfectly normal thing.”

“Yeah? Look at how well that turned out.” Both of your eyebrows raise in a snap, and you pause the TV.

“What the fuck did you just say to me? Are you telling me that because my parents didn’t go to bed at the same time that that’s why they aren’t together?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…that came out wrong.”

“Don’t know how else you could’ve meant it Harry.” You hit play on the TV and turn your attention back to it. “Maybe you should go to bed now.”

“Can’t go to bed with you mad at me.” You sigh heavily.

“Not mad.”

“Yeah you are, I just pissed ya off. I’m sorry, I-“

“I can’t fucking hear the TV! Please, I just want to watch this!”

“It’d a fuckin’ reality show! Fuck!” He slams his laptop shut and stands up. “Don’t worry I’ll leave you and Niall to you’re textin’.”

“Good, it’s all I wanted, thanks.” You say snappily.

“You know, you didn’t even say thanks for all the shit I had to do after work today.” He crosses his arms. You pause the TV again.

“Yes I did. I tried cooking you dinner, and then I fucked it up. I appreciate everything you did this evening, okay? Would you like a cookie to go along with the thank you? Perhaps another prize of some kind?”

“Note to self, never bother you again when this stupid fuckin’ show is on or else I’ll get bitched out.” He huffs.

“You literally just threw my parent’s separation in my fucking face because I want to stay up late! You’re being psychotic Harry, it’s one night that I’m not going to go to bed with you at the same time, fuck, you’re such a baby sometimes!”

What was happening right now? He knew he shouldn’t have said that, but now you were cutting deep.

“Psychotic? A baby?”

“Yup and yup. Did you ever stop to think maybe I had a stressful day, and maybe I was looking forward to watching my stupid fuckin’ show all day? I’m sorry, Harry, but you’re wrong. Now leave me alone.”

“I’m not bein’ psychotic.” He pouts. 

“Oh my god!” You stand up and turn the TV off. You whip the remote on the couch and stomp off to the bedroom.

“What are you doin’?” He follows you to the bedroom.

“This is what you wanted right? I’m going to bed with you. I’ll just watch the rest during my lunch break tomorrow. Now I have to text Niall not to tell me who Peter’s sending home.” You were texting him furiously. You go into the bathroom and slam the door shut. You come back out after finish your routine and get into the bed.

“Now you’re going to bed upset with me.” He says sitting up in the bed.

“I can’t fucking win with you tonight!” You feel tears prick at your eyes. “Do you want me to go to sleep with you or not?!”

“I wanted to have sex earlier and you wanted to watch TV instead.” You grab the pillow behind you and scream into it, then set it back behind you.

“Harry, I didn’t feel like it.” His mouth forms into a straight line. He really couldn’t comprehend it.

“Because you wanted to watch another guy make out with over twenty women?” You pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You sigh heavily again. “You’re exhausting, you really are. I’m here, in the bed with you, just like how you wanted.”

“S’not how I wanted.” You blink at him, and turn over. You grab your earbuds and plug them into your phone and put them in your ears. “What are you doin’?”

You don’t say anything, you put on one of your playlists, and start scrolling on your phone.

“Hello? Really, the silent treatment over something so stupid?”

You feel tears roll down your cheeks. You hear him groan and he turns the light off. He stays sitting up in bed with his arms crossed. He could faintly hear your music, but couldn’t quite make it out. He was acting like a baby. He was exhausted and you had denied him. He wanted attention, and you didn’t give it to him. He was wrong to have said that about your parents, but you’re not the only one to have parents that were split up. Although something tells Harry he grew up in a much happier home than you did. Great, now he feels terrible. He hears you sniffle. Fuck. He made you cry.

“Babe?” He places a hand on your hip.

“Go to bed, Harry.”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” You switch your phone to your Hulu app so you can keep watching the show.

You went to bed with Harry, but he didn’t get his proper cuddle. He knew it was his fault. You fell asleep with your headphones in, and woke up with them tangled around you. You put them and your phone on your night table. It was around four in the morning. Harry was asleep facing you. You turn to face him. You felt bad about getting so worked up earlier in the night. You lightly brush his cheek with your hand, and snuggle up next to him.

You rest your forehead against his chest, and your hand on his hip. You feel his arm drape over you. You put one of your legs over his, and he moves his leg between yours.

“Hi.” He says opening his eyes.

“Hi…I hope you don’t think I think a TV show is more important than you.”

“No…I’m sorry about all of it. I shouldn’t have said that about your parents.”

“It’s alright.” You snuggle into him further.

“I know I can be kind of…needy sometimes. And I was bein’ cranky from just bein’ tired.”

“But I like how you are, I like when you want me. You’re so cute.”

“You called me a baby…” He pouts.

“I did…it’s not a lie, you are a baby, but you’re my baby.” You sigh into him. You feel him chuckle against you.

“Just don’t say it in such a mean way again.”

“Okay.”

He moves his hand and tilts your chin up so you look at him. You close your eyes and kiss him. He pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. You roll your hips against his thigh and groan into his mouth.

“Harry, please make love to me.” You whisper.

“Won’t you be too tired for work later?”

“Don’t care.”

You roll over onto your back and pull him with you. He kisses you again, and nips at your jaw and neck. He plants wet kisses on you while his hand roams between your legs. He rubs up and down your slit, getting you nice and wet. He pushes your legs apart as you give his hard cock a few quick pumps. You guide him in and he pushes inside. Your hands reach for his so you can intertwine your fingers. He rests them up above your head on either side your pillow. He slowly pumps in and out of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. His thrusts were so and sloppy, and you were incredibly turned on. His head is buried in the crook of your neck.

“I hate when we fight.” You say into his year.

“Me too.”

“I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you too. I’m sorry I was an asshole.” He grits is teeth when you start to move your hips along with his rhythm.

“I’m sorry I acted like a brat.”

He presses up hard into you, and stops moving so you can just grind back and forth on him. You squeeze your hands tightly on his as you feel your stomach start to tighten.

“Ah, fuck, Harry, Harry, shit!” Your release comes and he presses harder into you as you ride it out. You were full on panting. You tighten around him to hold on to your orgasm as long as you can.

“You like when I do that?”

“Yes, feels so good. Love the way I can really feel how hard you are.”

He bites down on your neck and your back arches. His hands tighten around yours as he thrusts in and out of you, chasing his own release. Every moan and groan that leaves his lips and goes into your year sends you. You feel your legs start to shake, and you come at the same time as him. He collapses on top of you and lets go of your hands. You go right for his hair and play with. He slowly pulls out of you and moves to lay on his side facing you. It was around 4:45 in the morning. You sigh and decide to just get up and shower. He grabs onto your hips and you giggle as he pulls your back to his chest.

“I need to pee.”

“Just stay and cuddle a minute, I didn’t go down on ya so you don’t need to be paranoid like ya usually are.” He nuzzles into your hair.

“Alright.” You feel your eyes flutter closed, but they soon open back up when you hear your alarm go off. You get up and turn it off. You groan as you shuffle into the bathroom to take a shower.

You were just washing your hair when you heard the door click open and the curtain shuffle open. Harry steps into the shower as you scrub the rest of the shampoo out of your hair. He waits for you to finish and you step aside to let him step into the water. He looks up at the shower head.

“Ever use tha’ before?” His voice was still raspy from the sleep and the sex. It was so sexy.

“Use what babe?”

“The shower head?” You blink at him, confused.

“You just saw me use it to wash my hair.”

“Not there, there.” He points to your crotch and your cheeks flush.

“Harry, I do not have time for this, I-“

“Just answer the question.”

“No I have not used my showerhead on to get off.”

“Would you like to?”

“Harry, out of all the time we’ve taken a shower together, why are you doing this now? I don’t want to rush to work?”

“It’s not even six yet, you have plenty of time.”

“But, I’ll need to blow dry my hair, and-“

“You didn’t answer my question.” He crosses his arms.

“Would I like to use it to get off? No, not really. Why are you offering to do it for me?” He grins at you and nods. “You just got me off, I’m good for the morning.”

“Good for the mornin’?” He chuckles. “You’re funny. C’mere.”

“Harry…”

“If you’re late to work I give you full permission to be mad at me all day and I won’t make a fuss of it, now.” He grabs your shoulders and moves you. He takes the shower head down and moves towards you.

You nearly ripped the shower curtain off the rod as you had one of the most intense orgasms ever. You thought using a showerhead was only something that worked in movies or porn. The way Harry maneuvered it was astounding. You got out of the shower and left him in there to do his thing. You put a simple outfit together, and started to dry your hair just as Harry was getting out of the shower. He punched your bum as he walked into the bedroom. He went into the kitchen to make a smoothie for the both of you. You end up only partially drying your hair. You braid back some of it and get it all in a ponytail. You put on some make up quickly and walk quickly into the kitchen. You smile when you see the smoothie.

“Mm, thank you.” You say as you take a sip. Harry wraps his arms around you and kisses you tenderly. “I really need to go. It’s my day to get coffee.”

“When did this little tradition of your start?”

“Pretty much when I first started. We both realized we were going to the same coffee shop, so we just started taking turns.” You shrug. You kiss him one more time.

“Do ya ever wanna play hooky?”

“Oh no, no, no.” You step away from him. “You’ve had enough influence over me today. I’m saving my vacation days for the move, remember? Another ten days and we’ll have a whole week off together in our new place.” You grab your smoothie and keys. “I’ll be home late, therapy session today.”

“Alright, have a good day, love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

//

You get to work on time, somehow, and give Niall his coffee. He pulls you into his office quickly.

“What?”

“Your neck! Did you forget a scarf?” Your eyes grow wide and you take out your phone to look. You clamp your hand over the spot.

“Shit! I didn’t even notice. It happened really early this morning.”

“I have one you can wear, but it might look goofy.”

“I’ll try it. I don’t even have makeup with me to cover it up.” You groan. “Maybe I am getting too old for this.” He chuckles and hands you the scarf he wears with his jacket.

“Thanks, this’ll work fine.” You wrap it around your neck.

“Early mornin’ romp?” He smirks.

“Maybe.” You giggle. “We had a little fight last night, and we went to bed upset.”

“Oh yeah, you mentioned that when ya texted me. Did you see the rest of the episode?”

“Yes! So dramatic.”

“As always.”

“I was texting the girls too. We should all get together to watch it.”

“Great idea! Everyone can come to my place Monday.”

“I can’t wait to move and have a few days off to unpack.”

“You know if you need a couple days to work from home this week, I’m sure that would be fine. You’ve got a lot goin’ on with the move, class, and Harry’s birthday this weekend. Where are ya takin’ him again?”

“To where we went on our first date.”

“Oh my god, he’s gonne die.”

“I know! I can’t wait to take him out.”

//

Harry was sitting in a staff meeting, trying his hardest not to fall asleep. It’s not that he was bored, he was just genuinely tired.

“H, you could look a little more interested, you know?” His supervisor Christin says.

“Hm? Sorry, I had a long night.”

“Well perk up. You could at least act to be happy that we’re sending you down to Florida in the middle of winter.”

“I’m sorry what? I…I thought I wasn’t travelin’ much anymore.”

“Sorry, H, but I need you on this one. The assignment’s in the folder I handed out.” He looks around to everyone.

“When do I leave?” He sighs.

“In two weeks.”

“See, the thing is, I’m in the middle of movin’, and I had some vacation time put in-“

“We’re giving it back to you, and you can use it at another time.”

“Is there any particular reason I can’t go, and Harry can stay here?” Mariah asks.

“I need you hear on another assignment.”

“But, Harry really doesn’t want to travel. Him and his girlfriend-“

“Mariah, I don’t need to know about Harry’s personal life, neither does anyone else in this room. Harry, I know it’s not ideal, but I need you on this.”

“How long am I gone for?”

“About a week.” His heart sinks into his stomach. He just wanted to have the time off with you. And the thought of you spending the first night in your new place alone crushed him. He thought he was going to be sick. Everyone could see it on his face, except Christin.

“Okay.” He says looking down.

“H, listen, you’re going to be in Florida, try to perk up, hm?”

“Yeah.” He was biting the inside of his cheek, he needed to get out of there.

After the meeting he went right to his office and looked over the full assignment. He was actually going to be taking pictures of some really cool vegetation, the timing was just terrible. He wondered if he could ask to bring you with him, but he was sure that wouldn’t go over well. He could always pay for a plane ticket for you. He was so frustrated. He put his face in his hands at he started crying. Isaac noticed what was happening and made a call.

//

“Hi Trish, what’s up?”

“There’s a man on the phone for you from Plant Geo, his name is Isaac, do you want me to transfer him?” You’re slightly confused, and a little concerned.

“Um, yeah.” You wait a moment for the transfer to go through. “Hello?”

“Hi…Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Isaac, I work reception at Plant Geo.”

“Yes, I know. Is everything okay?”

“I think Harry could use you. He just got an assignment and he’s not taking it well.”

“Oh no! What kind of assignment?”

“I think they’re making him travel somewhere. He’s, um, crying.”

“Oh god, okay…um…I’m there. Thank you. How did you find my office number?”

“He’s mentioned where you worked before, just tried my luck with Google.”

You hang up and run down to Niall’s office.

“I’m taking an early lunch, something came up.”

“Everythin’ alright?”

“I’m not sure yet, I’ll keep you updated.”

You sprint down to your car and speed over to Harry’s studio. You get there in about twenty minutes. Harry had calmed down a little, but his eyes were red and puffy as he began working. Everyone knew to leave him alone. You park and get up the elevator. You wave to Isaac as you go right for Harry’s office. You don’t knock you just go right in.

“Oi, it’s polite to knock.” He looks over at you, and his face completely changes.

“Sorry ‘bout that Mr. Styles, I won’t do it again.” You give him a small smile. “What’s wrong baby?” You sit on his desk.

“How did you? I’m so confused.”

“Isaac called me at work, he said you were upset.” Harry looks over in Isaac’s direction.

“Tattle tale.” He sighs and looks at you. “I have to go to Florida the same week we were supposed to have off together.” He starts sniffling. “And I’m upset because I can’t stand the thought of you there all by yourself when we were supposed to be unpackin’ together.” He buries his head in your stomach and you stroke his hair.

“Harry, honey, it’s okay. I understand.” You try to soothe him as best you can. “You don’t need to feel bad. Maybe I can fly down too, what part of Florida are you going to?”

“Um.” He lifts his head and looks at the papers in the folder. “Near Port St. Lucie, I’ll be near the manatee habitat.”

“Hmm, on the east coast. Well, I could fly down and spend a few days with Nannie, and then I could come meet you or you could come to us.”

“But what about us unpacking and gettin’ everything together?”

“Harry, we can still fully move in when we planned to. And I don’t mind unpacking a bit without you.”

“But…I’ll miss our first night together there.”

“I’ll leave for Florida when you do.” You shrug.

“But the last minute ticket will be really expensive.”

“I can afford it. I have the time off already anyways, and getting out of the cold sounds nice. It’s nothing to be upset over.” You run your thumbs over his cheeks to wipe his tears away.

“You don’t mind that things are gettin’ a little messed up?”

“It’s not ideal timing, but I’ll take any excuse to go visit my grandmother.”

“Where’s she again?”

“On the west coast, in North Port. Only a couple hours from where you’ll be.”

He stands up and wraps his arms around you. You hug him close to you and just stand there hugging.

“You’re amazing, thank you for being so flexible.”

“Of course.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Don’t get mad at Isaac, I’m glad he called.”

“I would’ve just come to see you in a couple hours.”

“Yeah, but you would’ve been upset for that much longer.”

Christin comes walking over to Harry’s office.

“What the hell is going on?” You whip your head around to look at the woman.

“Christin, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Didn’t realize it was social hour.” She crosses her arms.

“Sorry, it was my fault, um, I grabbed something of his by accident this morning and I needed to drop it off.” You smile at her. “I’ll see you tonight, Harry.” You give his hand a squeeze and leave his office. You nod at Isaac on your way out.

“Heard she’s been coming around here a lot.”

“Only on lunch breaks, and it’s been like two times.” He crosses his arms at well. “Did you need somethin’?”

“We need to go over Florida.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I’m going too.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your supervisor and I’m supervising the assignment.”

“Are your kids comin’ too?”

“I’m going to have my husband take the girls to Orlando and I plan to meet them there later on.”

“How nice for you.”

“Harry, if you hate it here so much, why don’t you quit?”

“I don’t hate it here, I just hate travelin’.”

“You used to love it.”

“People change, I don’t like it anymore.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Nothing specific.” He shrugs. “It’s fine, it’ll be fine, this is just a sort of stressful time. You could act a little more sympathetic ya know. There is such a thing as work-life balance.”

“You’re right, I didn’t mean to be insensitive. As long as I’ve known you, you never really had someone in your life you seemed to care about so much…I didn’t realize how serious this was.”

“I don’t exactly go around spilling my nonsense around. Her grandmother lives in Florida, she’s going to try to find a flight to go down there too and then we’re going to meet up.”

“That’ll be nice.”

//

“Well at least they’re not makin’ him go this weekend.” Niall says, diving into his lunch.

“I know…he was acting like it was the end of world. It’s really not a big deal.”

“He probably just felt like he was lettin’ ya down. It’s good you were able to get over there,”

“His supervisor wasn’t thrilled to see me.”

“Christin can be kind of shrill…I think she forgets what it’s like to be young sometimes.”

“She didn’t seem that much older.”

“She’s like thirty-five.”

“Ah.”

“Do you think you’ll need some extra vacation time?”

“Depends on the flights I’m able to book. I’m secretly kind of happy, I can’t wait to call Nannie to tell her.”

“She’s gonna be so happy to see you. So when will you guys actually move?”

“The plan was to be fully out of my place by next weekend, and then spend the week unpacking. He was really torn up about me sleeping there alone.” Niall’s face falls.

“That wouldn’t upset you?”

“Well, it’s not ideal, but it is what it is. He and I will be able to unpack and set up pretty easily since all of the boxes are clearly labeled.”

“Was your family plannin’ to help too?”

“My brother is coming with his truck, and my mom said she could help unpack the kitchen, so I’m really not worried about it. Just need to book flights now. Hopefully it won’t be too expensive with it being sort of last minute.”

“I have plenty of miles built up if-“

“Save them, please. Very kind of you though.” You smile at him. You sigh. “Do you think Harry will ever just freelance full time like Louis does?”

“No idea. I know he wants to do it eventually, but there’s so much uncertainty. His busy seasons are great, but when it’s slow, it’s slow. He’d have to do a lot to really keep the business goin’, he’d have to lease a studio space.”

“Our loft could easily be set up as a home studio.”

“Yeah, maybe for small projects, but do you really want a ton of strangers comin’ in and out?”

“Good point.”

“Real-estate isn’t cheap in this area. He’d need to put together a whole business plan, not that he doesn’t know how to do that.”

“He just seems to no enjoy his work.”

“He enjoys the work, just not the people.”

“It sucks how the people you work with can make you hate what you’re passionate about. It shouldn’t be that way. You and I are so lucky we have each other.”

“Grateful for it every day.”

//

You can’t wait to get home to Harry after your appointment with Dr. Mara. It was a great session. When you walk in, Harry was packing boxes according to your very specific list.

“Hi baby.” He turns around to look at you.

“Hey.” He comes over and wraps his arms around you.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” He kisses your cheek. “He was Dr. Mara?”

“Good! She says hi.” You giggle and let go of him. “What do you feel like eating tonight?” You ask, walking into the kitchen. He follows you and sits at the island. “Well? I’ll make whatever you want.”

“Really only one thing I’d like to eat right now.” He rests his chin on his palm.

“Okay, well if it’s takeout that’s fine. I can pick up whatever.” You weren’t picking up on what he was putting down. He sighs. “What?”

“Babe.” He gives you his bedroom eyes and your face flushes immediately.

“Oh!” You look at him and then the fridge. “Okay, but I’m legitimately hungry…”

“We can have food after.”

“Okay.” He perks up. “Where do you want me?”

“Take your pants off and go lay on the sofa.”

You do as he says. He comes over to you, and just admire your body. His thumbs spread you apart, and your hips buck up when you first feel his tongue on you. You felt bad, you should be the one tasting him, but he wanted to forget about everything and get lost in you. You feel yourself get even more turned on when you hear him groan against you. His tongue licks a flat stipe up your center, and then he lick up into you. Your hands grasp at his hair.

“Fuck.” You gasp as he swirls his tongue around inside you.

His thumb moves up to your clit and rubs slow circles on it. He was taking his time with you. That was the thing about Harry, he knew how to get you off quick, and he knew how to move at an agonizingly slow pace to get you there just the same. This was one of those time where he just wanted to savor every last bit of you. You looked down to see him nose deep, and totally in another state of mind. He pressed harder on your clit as he rubbed on it and you started to grind against his tongue.

“Feels so good babe.” You moan, throwing your head back. His free hand presses down on your stomach adding to the pressure of it all. “Harry.” You start panting his name. “Harry.” It’s music to his ears. If he could hear one sound for the rest of his life, it would be this. “Harry!”

Everything goes white for a moment, and stars come into your vision. He doesn’t let up though, he continues to suck on you. He gulped up every last bit of your release, and was hoping to give you another one until your phone rang. You saw it was your Nannie.

“Harry, fuck, I need to answer that.” He slowly lifts from between your legs and sighs. You clear your throat before answering. “Hi Nannie!”

“Hi precious girl, I got your message.”

“Will that week work for you? I know it’s short notice.”

“Nannie’s actually going to have company for a few days that week, so I don’t think it’ll work. But, if you wanna come the week after?” Your face falls.

“That won’t work, I only have this particular week off…”

“I’m sorry baby, your cousin and his kids are coming to visit, it’s their school vacation.”

“That’s alright, I’m glad they’ll get to see you.”

“Maybe you could come to Aruba again this year.”

“I didn’t think you had fully committed to going.” You perk up.

“I decided a little while ago. You should come if you can, I think your mom is planning on it too.”

“It’ll be just like last year! Okay, I’ll talk to mom. I’d need to book that like now.”

“Yeah, the airfares are decent now, I can text you the dates.”

“Okay! This’ll be so much fun, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Sorry we won’t see each other this month.”

“It’s okay, really. Aruba sounds amazing right now anyways.”

“Okay sweetie, well I need to go, but I love you.”

“Love you too!” You sigh and look at Harry. “So…I’m not going to Florida, I’m sorry. My cousins are visiting with her that week.”

“You could come with me, and stay at my hotel.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Harry, I would be bored out of my mind while you worked all day. It’s really short notice, I’ll just stay here.”

“What was that about Aruba?”

“She’s going again this April, and she wants me to come, so I think I will. It’s so much fun.” You stand up and pull your underwear and pants back on. “It’s not the end of the world. I won’t unpack anything you don’t want me to.”

“That’s not the point.” He sighs.

“I know. Sometimes we can’t always get what we want though, babe. Besides, it’ll be nice for us to miss each other a little, don’t you think.” You go over to the fridge and take out some carrot sticks to munch on.

“I miss you enough during the day as it is.” He pouts.

“Harry…”

“I know, I’m actin’ like a baby.”

“It’s only a week. We can FaceTime every night if you want. I can walk you through the apartment, and we can leave our phones on until we fall asleep. You can even still read to me if you want.”

“Do you have enough vacation time to go away in April?”

“Yeah, I have plenty.”

“My family is probably comin’ in April for Easter.”

“That’s usually when we’re in Aruba.”

“Will you have enough vacation time for the summer? I want you to come back to England with me for a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah I should have enough. Besides, they’d probably let me flex time if I didn’t have enough. I could just work remotely over there.”

“How do you stay so calm about all this?”

“In the grand scheme it’s not a big deal.” You shrug, chomping on another carrot. “I’ll miss seeing your mom and Gemma when they come. But at least we’ll have a nice guest space for them!” You say cheerily.

“Suppose you’re right. C’mon, can’t have eatin’ carrots for dinner. How bout I make us some soup?”

“You’ve had a long day. Why don’t I make dinner, and you go play a video game or something?”

“That’d be great, some of my friends might be online.” You give him a quick kiss and get to work.

You had heard someone jokingly say once that your boyfriend or husband was essentially your first baby. You always that that was a weird thing to say because a man should be able to take care of himself. But today Harry literally felt like your baby. You felt this overwhelming need to protect him at all costs, and you knew you’d pounce on anyone what tried to hurt him.

“Oh Harry!”

“Yeah babe?” He says from the couch.

“After dinner, I’d like to return the favor.” You wink at him.

“Best kind of dessert there is, isn’t it?”

[queencarolinemikaelson]

Ice Skating

Klaroline Bingo as hosted by @klaroline-events Prompt // Winter

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Caroline Forbes was single, and proud.

Being single allowed her to go wherever, whenever, and with whomever she wanted.

She didn’t have to worry about checking in with anyone. She could stay out all weekend if she wanted, and she could stay in whenever she wanted too. She could focus on her career, and herself, and didn’t have to worry about treading on any masculine toes.

There had been a time where she flitted from boyfriend to boyfriend, thinking it was what she needed to be happy. But the older she got, the more she realised she was just happy being with herself, and if the right person came along, she would know.

So yeah, Caroline Forbes was single, and loved it.

But every now and then, as rare as it was, there were days she hated it.

On that particular day, for instance.

It was the day of the whenever-it-works-out friend reunion. A day when Caroline, her entire friend group and their partners got together to have a big, boozy lunch - free from kiddies and responsibilities.

Her friends were dotted around the country by now, so their reunions were rare. This one Caroline had actually organised, seeing as she was the only Chicago local in the group. They had decided on Chicago some months earlier, because some of her friends were coming to Chicago to visit their brother anyway, and it wasn’t much of a stretch for the remaining couples to descend upon the city as well.

Caroline was rightly looking forward to it, it wasn’t often her friends-who-are-parents were able to let loose.

So imagine her displeasure when, she got a harried phone call from one of her friends the morning before the reunion was due to take place.

Because, for some reason, ‘single’ seemed to be friends-who-are-parents language for ‘convenient babysitter’ when they needed time out from their rowdy young ones.

“Please, Caroline,” Elena begged. “The service we hired to mind all the kids cancelled. None of us have been able to go out for months!”

The blaring implication was there; Caroline could hear it in her friend’s plea.

‘Please, Caroline. You can be stuck with children for one day. Going out doesn’t mean as much to you.’

Caroline had been an odd mix of hurt, and – dare she say it – relieved that she was being shouldered out of lunch, because her friends-who-are-parents needed a babysitter.

She was hurt for obvious reasons. Didn’t matter that she wanted to hang with them.  Didn’t matter that she organised the reunion. Didn’t matter that it was her rallying that got them all together. She was the most expendable. Because she was single, she wasn’t a mother; she didn’t need it as much.

But she was relieved because, no matter how much happy she was living her single life, her coupled-off friends usually couldn’t manage to keep their opinions of her singlehood to themselves.

She bitterly rolled her eyes, thinking about how they would like it if she passed comment on their lifestyles with kids, made judgements about their marriages.

“Fine, but you better remember this next time you ask me why I’m still single,” Caroline agreed, haughtily. “And I expect a pretty awesome Christmas present.”

On the morning of the reunion, her small, not-particularly-kid-proof apartment was over run by her five excitable nieces and nephews, and their eight excited-looking parents.

“We can’t thank you enough,” Bonnie gushed, happily, as she stepped through her front door, beginning the slew of compliments for Caroline’s selflessness.

“Care, this is so amazing,” Jeremy said, appreciatively.

“Caroline, you’re a lifesaver,” Elena grinned, gratefully.

“Yeah, barbie, love your work,” Damon quipped, sardonically.

“Care, you truly are the best friend,” Rebekah smiled, thankfully.

“Yeah, Caroline, I know you’ve been looking forward to today as well,” Stefan thanked, profusely.

“We are very much in your debt,” Elijah nodded, graciously.

“I don’t know what all you are on about, Caroline is the reason these things are fun, and you’re making her babysit your kids!” Katherine griped, but threw her friend a relieved smile.

“Not a problem, guys,” Caroline said, with all the grace she could muster. “Now, how are my favourite rugrats!”

The five children chorused their enthusiasm in exuberant cacophony, making all nine adults smile widely at the cuteness.

Before too long, however, eight of the nine adults took their leave, leaving Caroline to wrangle the little ones on her own.

Now, Caroline may not have been a mother, but she knew her way around children.

She babysat her way through high school, then nannied her way through university. Plus, the first baby had been born into the group less than a year after college ended. Plus, Caroline had known all these children since they were born, and just as she was the cool friend in the group, she was the cool aunty.

That experience, coupled with her unrivalled ability to plan the perfect day for any group, Caroline knew the day with the kids would go off without a hitch.

She had every activity planned out, and every item she’d need for each activity in colour coded boxes. She’d only had a day’s lead time, or else she’d have sent each parent a list of things they should pack, to ensure best-day-ever status from the children.

Though, minding all five at once was getting more challenging as the two eldest, Jeremy and Bonnie’s, Rowan, and Elena and Damon’s, Jessamy, were now ten, so endless craft activities didn’t hold the magic it once did.

But never fear, Caroline set up stations for the children to run between, which included every winter activity she could think of; paper snowflake cutting, drawing, Twister, and, the group favourite, gingerbread house decorating.

Each child chipped in making lasagne for lunch, and laughed their way through a team challenge of baking chocolate chip cookies.

They all watched a movie after lunch, munching on their cookies and gingerbread. But by the time 4pm rolled around the kids began to get fidgety, and the lack of a back yard on her apartment suddenly became and issue.

Never fear, however, because Caroline had a contingency for this, as she had for every eventuality.

“All right, kids,” she called, clapping her hands together to get their attention. “Jackets, shoes and socks on, please, we’re going on a special trip. But you have to promise to be extra good okay?”

While the kids eagerly donned their outwear, Caroline quickly shoved snacks, and two thermos’ of hot chocolate into a big bag, before donning her jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves. 

“Let’s go ice skating!”

xxx

“Okay everyone!” Caroline called, as all five kids stood with their feet all clad in skating gear. “Are we excited?”

A squealed response later, Caroline gave them her brightest smile and the green light to take off.

She knew she was taking a bit of a risk with this trip, but she also knew Bonnie and Jeremy took their kids skating often so she wasn’t worried when the two youngest Gilberts, Rowan and Penny, took off immediately. Elena and Damon’s daughter, Jessamy, was a little less confident, but it didn’t take long before she was off after her cousins in a flurry of snow. Stefan and Rebekah’s, Jamie, was also already quite the competent skater, which left Meg, the youngest of the cousins, to tentatively cling to Caroline’s hands as her wobbly skating legs took to the new activity.

But before much longer, even Meg was chasing after her older cousins, just leaving Caroline to grip the railing at the edge of the rink.

“Come on Aunty Care!” Jessamy shouted, excitedly. “You have to skate too! We need six if we want to play this game!”

Caroline felt a wave of trepidation cross over her, she was content staying stationary, thank you very much. She may have been an incredible cheerleader in her day, but that skill did not translate to skating ability. That was a lesson she’d learnt the hard way on her first college date, where she had ended up with concussion and a broken arm as a result.

“Umm, I’m not very good at skating, guys. Can I just watch?”

“No!” came the rousing protestation.

And Caroline, of course, obliged, unable to bear their sad, puppy dog faces for longer than a few moments.

“Fine,” she groaned, cursing herself internally for taking them skating when she knew full well she couldn’t skate.

Caroline shakily put her legs onto the ice, and immediately began to wobble. Rowan and Jamie took her hands encouragingly, and pulled her further onto the ice.

And right as Rowan let go of her hand, Caroline felt a figure zoom past her, too big and too fast to be one of her group, and she cursed the blasted skating trip again, as all hell broke loose.

Caroline’s legs tangled up with Jamie’s and they crashed to the ground. Penny fell onto her knees trying to stop herself crashing into them, leaving Jessamy to crash into her. From there, Meg started to cry seeing all her family in a confusing muddle on the ice, and the Gilbert siblings took it upon themselves to start yelling about whose fault it was.  

Caroline cursed the damn trip a third time, as she contemplated the complete impossibility of scrambling to her feet – because, did she mention, she was terrible at skating – while in the middle of a clusterfork of wailing, potentially injured children.

Then an unfamiliar voice joined the ruckus.

“Do you need a little help, love?”

Caroline froze.

The kids froze.

“Excuse me?” Caroline asked, as she stared at the man who was intruding on quite an embarrassing moment.

He was god-tier-handsome, and Caroline nearly rolled her eyes that this would be the way she met someone who looked like him.

“I asked if you needed a little help, love?” the man repeated. “After all, it’s not everyday a beauty, such as yourself, falls – quite literally – at my feet?”

The flustered Caroline balked at the absolute gall of this man. Sure, he was hot, but ‘a beauty falls at my feet’.

J

E

R

K

That was for sure.

“Now you listen here, buddy –”

She was about to give him a true fairly uncensored piece of her mind, but was cut off when Jamie suddenly cut over top of her.

“Uncle Klaus?

The man’s somewhat smug-and-charming smirk was replaced with a look of confusion.

“Jamie Mikaelson, why are out here all by yourself?”

“But he’s not by himself, Uncle Klaus!” the boy’s cousin cried. “I’m here too!”

“And me!”

“Me too!”

Klaus was suddenly quite squeamish to note every single one of his nieces and nephews were in the pile of small children he had vaguely noted when he stopped to chivalrously aid the blonde beauty who had toppled on the ice.

And he had to admit it was not ideal.

Sure, he loved his family, and fully intended showing up as the cool uncle when they were older – but he was not good with kids at all, and was at a loss with how to proceed.

“Wait, you’re Klaus Mikaelson?” the blonde asked, as she began struggling to her feet.

“That would be me,” he replied, weakly. 

“But why the… why are you… oh my gosh!”

In her attempts to clamber up and talk at the same time, Caroline planted her ass firmly on the ice again with an unceremonious ‘ooof’ – much to the amusement of the little ones surrounding them.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” Caroline grumbled. “Come on, we should try and get up. Why don’t we take a break? I packed some hot chocolate for us to drink.

The kids agreed without too much fuss, the older ones helping the younger ones to their feet and skating to the edge.

“Do you need some help, sweetheart,” Klaus asked, as Caroline still struggled.

“I’m good,” Caroline said stubbornly, proceeding to struggle for another minute.

“Do you need some help?” Klaus asked again, this time with a cool, quirked eyebrow.

She just threw him a disgruntled look, but stuck out her arms for him to take nonetheless.

When she found her balance, she kept her hand squeezed tight to Klaus’ forearm, much to his enjoyment.

In the short skate from the centre of the rink, where the incident occurred, to the edge, Klaus got his kicks by unbalancing Caroline, to provoke the small whinge from her throat, and the tightening on her grip on his arm.

When they made it to blessedly dry land again, Caroline jumped back into babysitter-mode, passing each child a steaming drink and telling them not to stray too far away, before turning her attention back to Klaus.

“Why the hell did you barrel me over on the ice?”

“I did no such thing, love!” he replied indignantly. “You were the one to strayed into my path.”

“That is so not how it happened!” Caroline cried. “Why are you here anyhow, aren’t you some big grouch who hates fun?”

“Is that what they say about me is it,” Klaus said, waspishly. “I’ll have you know, that I am perfectly fun, thank you very much. And I quite enjoy outdoor ice-skating. We did it lots when we were children, and my siblings visiting reminded me of that.”

“How sweet,” Caroline said mockingly, though she noted the slight change in mood, and the wistful look on his face. “Wait, you went skating because you’ll miss them?

Klaus didn’t say anything, but his ears reddened, and she knew she had hit the mark.

“I’m Caroline, by the way,” she said, changing the subject.

“Klaus.”

“I had worked that out.”

“Why are you here, Caroline?” Klaus asked. “Didn’t you organise some great catch-up?”

“Well I did, but the sitter bailed,” Caroline said. “And you know, I’m the only child-free friend, so…”

“I see,” Klaus replied.

“Caroline, can we go back on the ice,” Penny whined.

“Oh, sure thing, sweetie,” Caroline said. “Take care of the little ones though, okay, I’m not going to go out this time.”

“But Aunty Caroline, you gotta,” Jessamy sulked.

“Please Caroline!”

“You have to!”

“I’m so bad at skating,” Caroline implored, for some reason, looking at Klaus, hoping he’d back her up.

“Why doesn’t Uncle Klaus teach you!” Rowan said, ever the pragmatist. “He’s a grown up! Grown ups are good teachers!”

“Well, doesn’t that sound like fun,” Klaus said, that smug-and-charming smirk coming back to his lips in full force.

“Yeah! Then we can have seven players for the game! That will be even better!” Rowan cried. “Come on!” 

With that, the eldest cousin was off, and all the younger ones following closely behind.

“Please, you really don’t have to do this,” Caroline said nervously, even as she got to her feet to follow the children at a slower pace.

“Oh I think I do,” Klaus said. “The children have spoken.”

“But…”

“No buts, Caroline, my nieces and nephews don’t take no for an answer,” he said, then leaned in to whisper almost seductively into her ear. “Neither do I.”

She couldn’t help the tingle that ran through her body at that, nor the wry curl beginning on her lips.

It wasn’t too long before Klaus’ out stretched hand was closing on her own, and he was pulling her onto the ice, teaching her the basics. And less time still before he was settling his hands on her waist behind her to help her ‘keep her balance’.

“You move quickly, don’t you,” she quipped.

“Only when I know I’ve got something worth moving for.”

It was only another ten minutes until the kids found their aunt and uncle, and demanded they join in their complicated skating game. And then just an hour before they were back at her apartment, having skated themselves completely exhausted. And then only thirty minutes before the parents were back.

It was only a few minutes after they all arrived that they found out that Klaus had joined them for skating. And then only a few of seconds before Katherine made a semi-drunk, very-lewd comment about Caroline and Klaus sitting in some sort of plant, doing some sort of natural act together.

And she wasn’t far off the mark, for it was only a day later when Caroline heard from Klaus.

And only the day after that when they went on their first date.

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Hope you like! Happy Klaroline bingo!! xoxo

[aerialflight]

Fic Recs

I haven’t done this in a while, recommending fics. But there were some fics these past couple of months that put a smile on my face, so I want to spread that joy to others. Seriously, they’re so good and I want to shove all these recs at people and have them appreciate them as much as I do. Everyone stay safe and I hope these recs make staying home easier for everyone!

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[Fullmetal Alchemist]

maestoso by novalotypo

Edward Elric is about eleven when he stands up, makes an extended effort to knock as many books off the old bastard’s shelves as he can, and says, “Fuck the military. Al, you interested in music at all?”

Everybody's got their own ideas of retirement.

The Elrics don't even do retirement, what with the world trying to blow itself up every other month, but this shit has got to take the fucking cake.

(You want a fic that’ll make you cry tears of uncontrollable laughter? I point you to this fic. The shenanigans, the fact this is a time travel fic, the fucking headaches the Elrics cause, the I-Have-No-Fucks-To-Give attitude. Legend.)

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[The Magnus Archives]

we raise it up by savrenim

Jonathan Sims reads a book and saves the world; although maybe the real salvation is the friends he makes along the way.

OR: in which Jon is not the only Archival monster for very long, Sasha James is competent, Tim Stoker finds some catharsis, Helen Richardson is sexy, Melanie makes a very successful youtube channel revamp, and Martin Blackwood gets to brew a lot of new friends tea.

(This is literally the most creative, fucking inspired tma fic I’ve ever read. You literally will never be able to guess what happens next and it’s just so much fun.)(Kinda Time Travel, you’ll understand what I mean if you read it, it’s so well done and amazing.)(The characterization for Sasha makes me want to weep, I’ve never seen her characterized this way before and it makes SO MUCH SENSE.)(@savrenim you are a QUEEN and you inspire me to be a better writer.)

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[Marvel]

Crash Landing by Nyxelestia

"You could've left me there," Adrian murmured, jerking his head back towards the burning beach in the distance. "For Stark and his DODC people to find me. Liz and Doris' lives would've actually fallen apart with my arrest, and all my work to take care of them would've gone to waste. You could've just left me there...but you didn't. So I'll make you another deal."

Peter clenched his hands, fists shaking hard. "I'm giving you a second chance - but if you go back to what you were doing...I can't make any promises."

"It would be stupid of me to expect you to, after all this," Adrian said. He looked at Peter, at the hints of bruises and all the blood. He had trouble reconciling this fragile-looking kid with the superhuman who's been destroying his business, his daughter's homecoming date with the boy he'd nearly killed. "That's not my deal. My deal is, we both walk away, and neither of us say a word about any of this to Liz. Anything else - we'll cross those bridges as we come to them."

Swallowing, the boy nodded.

Instead of gift-wrapping the Vulture for Happy to find, Peter lets Mr. Toomes go.

(Honestly, I’m disappointed in the fact there’s not many Vulture-centric fics out there. This was so great and Peter was wonderfully characterized here along with Ned.)(I have a deep craving now for more Adrian Toomes fics and I blame this fic for that. I don’t regret it one bit.)

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[The Witcher]

all some children do is work by some_stars

It's two children, he realizes as they slowly sit up. They look about eight or nine, not that he's much judge of children's ages. One is a girl, dark-haired, in a shabby dress. The other is a boy. His clothes aren't much better, and his hair isn't much lighter than the girl's, but his eyes—

His eyes, Jaskier realizes with a distant sense of horror, are gold like a cat's. His mind makes one more valiant effort to keep from connecting the obvious dots and recognizing them, and then it finally does.

"How in the unholy fuck," Jaskier says to no one, "did this shit happen?"

(So sweet it’ll give you cavities. Break your own heart reading this, I dare you.)

of music and motion and love by WriteThroughTheNight

When Jaskier was four, he slipped his mother’s watch and went to the field to gather a bouquet of dandelions. He climbed back into the yard, as stealthy as a child really cared to be, and crept over to the barn. In the barn, lived a secret. (The man he thought his father said the secret was a monster, a plague. His mother said the secret was his sister.)

OR

Jaskier comes from a far humbler background, and would really like to know why Yennefer never came back for her youngest brother.

(YENNEFER AND JASKIER AS SIBLINGS ENOUGH SAID. FIENOWPAFE)

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

(Where Geralt wakes up in the future and Jaskier and Geralt live at the Coast.)(They are Disasters. What else is new.)(Everything’s lovely and emotionally repressed.)

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[Game of Thrones]

if I give you my heart, will you promise not to break it? by janie_tangerine

Ship: Brienne/Jaime

“It’s not broken,” she protests.

“Please,” Ronnet goes on, “it’s all red. Red hearts like that are broken and their owners are either useless or more effort than they’re worth. ‘Course you would get a broken one, who else would want you?”

“It’s not,” Brienne hisses, and at that he stops talking. She realizes her voice had turned cold. Very cold. A coldness that doesn’t belong to her, she’s never sounded like that, but it seems to come from the pulsing warmth in her hands, again - “and the day I find him you’ll see he’s not broken or damaged or unworthy. And I sure as the seven hells hope no one got saddled with yours.

in which soulmates find each other through one of them having the other's heart.

or, in which Brienne gets a mostly broken one the day Jaime Lannister kills Aerys Targaryen.

(So this is a series, just want to put that out there. And I read through all of them cause I just couldn’t do otherwise. Brienne is obviously the bravest, most noble, most amazing of course. And Jaime makes me want to punch a wall because feels.)(This soulmate idea is so creatively and well done, has become one of my favorite soulmate tropes.)(There are a lot of interesting pairings in this series and the way the author went about the relationships and this expanding world has me giving all the yeses.)(Please read!!!)

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[Gilmore Girls]

Weather Me by missgoalie75

Ship: Paris Geller/Jess Mariano

A year in the life of Paris and Jess.

(PARIS GELLER AND JESS MARIANO AT THEIR VERY BEST HOLY SHIT!!! I can hear their voices in every line, every thought, every damn interaction and I am so in love it's ridiculous. Paris in particular won me over, I have become incredibly fond of her and it's honestly brilliant! And Jess has a beautiful mind and I love him, I do. God, do I.)(missgoalie75 did it again.)

Living With It by thesaltyavocado

Ship: Lindsay Lister/Jess Mariano

#Future Fic, #Post-Season/Series Finale, #So Your Ex is Now Your Step-Cousin, #And You're Dating Her Ex's Ex!, #A Step-by-Step Guide to Getting Over It

(There’s no summary, it’s a series, and I’m in LOVE. I am a sucker for really, really well done rare pairs, and this is the rarest of them all. Go for it. It’s beautiful.)(Also, the author is literally the BEST, the VERY BEST at making me want to ship people I never even thought of. They’re awesome.)(check out all their fics, I went on a spree and you should too.)

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[The Hunger Games]

Speechless by thesaltyavocado

Ship: Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket

Effie was kind, she was warm, she offered comfort to anyone who needed it, microphones be damned. She had a reputation for generosity amongst the Victors that Haymitch hadn't paid any attention to, because he was so paranoid about showing his hand that he barely even said her name around other people, barely even acknowledged her existence. Everyone thought he hated her, Beetee had explained. Everyone knew the stories about how he'd made her cry in the sponsor's lounge at the opening of the 61st Games, how he'd blown up at Cecelia that time when she'd asked him to pass a message onto Effie for her. Is that why none of you assholes ever liked me? Haymitch had asked. No, we didn't like you because you were a prick, Beetee told him, which was fair enough.

(The best, and I mean the best fic I’ve ever read regarding this pairing. Nothing is ever going to top this. Nothing.)(The WORLDBUILDING. FUCK.)(Literally everyone is perfectly characterized in new, heartbreaking ways and I just, fuck. Fuck.)(I don’t care if you’re not into the fandom, this will make you fall in love and see the characters with new eyes and it’s absolutely stellar.)(I want to cry.)(You don’t even have to be here for the ship, just be here for the writing, characterization, the WORLDBUILDING, fucking everything.)(Please.)(This fic NEEDS more love.)(I have fallen in love with Effie Trinket.)(This is my life now.)

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[Harry Potter]

Walkabout by thesaltyavocado for teethandstars

Ship: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

"You are always far too handsome for your own good," Hermione says, "in any timeline."

(The author strikes again when it comes to shipping people I don’t expect to love, yet here it is. Such an interesting fic where the time travel already happened and it’s the aftermath that the fic covers.)(Again, characterization off the fucking charts and I just want to wrap myself up in their words and live there.)(A story about broken people trying to find peace within themselves.)

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[Stranger Things]

and you hunger for the time by missgoalie75

Ship: Steve Harrington/Kali Prasad

after the battle of starcourt, steve figured the rest of the summer would involve not working, waiting for his busted ribs and face to heal, hanging out with robin and the party, and trying to ignore the panic he feels whenever he thinks about his future. All that does happen, but other unexpected things happen too.

(Bet you didn’t see this ship coming, did you? Neither did I, yet here we are.)(missgoalie75 is the gift that keeps on giving.)(But in all seriousness this is my favorite characterization of Steve, hands down.)(This fic needs more kudos and comments and basically all the love it deserves.)(God tier characterization and relationship development.)

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[Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas]

nfwmb by perennial

Ship: Eris/Proteus

The goddess of discord isn't careless enough to fall in love with a do-gooder mortal prince—unless, of course, she doesn't know it's happening.

(Okay, hear me out. I know it’s weird, I can feel the judgement coming from my screen. But I am weak in the face of rare pairings that actually work and the fact I fucking loved this movie ever since I was a kid, okay? So if anybody else loves this fandom as much as I do, stand up and take notice of this. I am here to tell you there are worthwhile fics to be read in this very, very small fandom.)

I'll keep turning down the hands that beckon me to come by deavors

Ship: Marina/Proteus/Sinbad

“Jealous?” Sinbad says, voice easily and casually mocking, but there’s something else under there, an undertone that speaks of so many things Marina isn’t even close to understanding.

“Extremely,” says Proteus, cracking a half-smile, but Marina feels like he’s not joking.

They stare at each other for a few moments. Marina’s gaze flickers between them. Sun and moon. She wishes—she doesn’t know what she wishes. Her heart is twisting again, but in a different way from before: as though it’s half-empty and longs to be full.

(You have no idea how in love I am with the idea of these three being in a poly relationship. No idea.)(I’ve been shipping all of them the moment I was introduced to the idea of polyamory relationships.)(This is THE poly ship for me.)(Nothing’s ever gonna come close. Nothing.)

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[Crossovers]

Trust Me, I'm an Alchemist by metisket

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice, Fullmetal Alchemist

In which Yuri Plisetsky began life with the name Edward Elric, and this has made the world of figure skating a significantly stranger and more alarming place.

“Are you saying you lived a life of crime before you began skating?” “I’m gonna have to check the statute of limitations on a couple things and get back to you on that.”

(Meme Alien Edward, Ninja Alphonse who’ll smile at you as you Perish, Disaster Gay Victor, Disaster Gay Maniac Yuuri.)(If this isn’t incentive enough, the Elrics traumatizing and delighting social media with their Life Stories and their Life of Crime.)(Feral Elrics being Feral Elrics.)(It’s the kind of fic that gets better with every chapter, cause the shenanigans just keep ESCALATING.)

[axupodz]

30 Amazing Questions Only A Genius Could Answer.

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As requested by @judyxd26

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY MY OWN OPINION. DONT @ ME

JUST MONIKA (I see you there)

Probably Yuri. The Shy/Yandere anime trope has been used a little too much recently.

Has to be "Your Reality". I gives me the feels everytime. EVERYTIME.

"Sayo-nara" gotta be my least fav. Not because its bad or anything. It just gives me scary flashbacks of Sayori. TOO SPOOPY FOR ME.

Most afraid? Hmm, if ur talking about the jumpscares, I would say Natsuki when she snaps her neck. (DID I SAY THERE'S SPOILERS HERE?)

I would say Monika. I always try too hard for attention :3

Look most familiar?? First of all, im a dude. *LOOKING AT MALE VER DDLC CAST* ok, its either Sayori or Monika. Can't decide tbh.

I used my first name BOI. GOTTA HAVE THE FULL IMMERSION.

10/10. Despite the warnings everytime you open the game and at the game page, I never took it to consideration. Sayori's death really took me by surprise.

Sayori maybe? MC's texts during that part was deep. If deleting Monika is considered a death, I would say thats the most saddest one. Monika realised the mistakes she made and she regretted them. But it was too late as she was slowly getting deleted. On a side note: I didnt delete her in the end, her conversations were very interesting. My sister forced me to delete her tho :/

(Lets keep the next few questions short, Im trying to get some sleep 😪) Sayori: I like that she's optimistic. But she's too sensitive i'd say.

Short girls are cute. Manga IS literature. DONE.

I like that she's shy and all but im not very fond of the idea of playing with knifes. DONE.

SHE IS BEST GIRL. SHE IS THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT FEELS REAL. SHE DESERVES A ROUTE. SHE IS A GODDESS SEND FROM THE HEAVENS. SHE THICC BOI, FIGHT ME. (I should have been a little more serious😅 There is more reasons at Question 29.)

Monika's poem. DONE.

NOPE, IM A HYPROCRITE. TRIED ONCE, FAILED BADLY.

I would if I COULD ACTUALLY FINISH READING MY BOOKS FOR ONCE. *glares at the full collection of Harry Potter at the corner of the room*

Pretty often. Not enough to fix my spelling tho.

Once. The English Club at school. Pretty boring.

Like I said before, im a dude. Soo yea, MC is my only option.

Yuri. For obvious reasons.

There isnt a character that I "want" to be a guy but i'd say Sayori looks fine as both genders.

I havent seen any fanart of Monika as an animal yet. So, Monika then.

If Monika had a route I would totally pick that one. Since she doesnt, i would pick Natsuki's.

Probably Stephen King

They did such an amazing indie game last year. Can't wait for the next one.

Yuri i guess. My yandere mode becomes active sometimes :3

Actually I have. Not the best experience.

(Skip this one if you want to. It's veryyy long.WARNING, It's about to get serious) I actually sat through a good 50+ minutes talking with Monika.In that time, she tells me how every time I quit the game, she feels like she's "dying", and enters a "living Hell" full of static screaming, flashing and darkness, and despite the fact that she feels as if her mind is disjointed in this space, she's still aware enough to remember it all every time we come back. There's also the fact she's fully aware all of her "friends" are simply mindless programs lacking free-will whose sole purpose in existence is falling in love with the player.I quit and loaded up the game a few times, and she asks you multiple times to please not put her through that torment, but eventually just says she'll have to relent that you can't always have the game open.Then I kept going, and got Sayori to tell me how she's super appreciative that I took the time to get to know them all and help them with their problems (however little I actually did), and that they all loved me. Credits are rolling, and I notice that the CG's aren't being deleted, until the very ending where the entirety of the Main Menu is deleted.I fucking broke Monika's heart and she subjected herself to living in an eternal near-death hellish blackness, and still the last thing she does for me is sing me a song about how much she loves me and wishes I'd been able to love her back. Deleting her causes her pain, but she was still conscious of everything and in control of the game files. Quitting puts her in a near-death state filled with suffering.I know it's only an AR game and none of it's real, but I'm literally sitting here with tears in my eyes because no matter what you do, Monika is doomed to an existence of agony, and the last thing she believes is that we probably hated her.I can't handle that shit, man, I didn't need to know. Couldn't you even let us believe there was some solace?

The game broke me psychologically and left me traumatized for 3 days.Sayori's arc made me feel sick to my stomach and sad, Yuri's arc scared me, and Monika's arc broke my heart and made me sad again.What part of psychology makes depressing horror enjoyable? Why did I love and enjoy a game that hurts? Maybe because the characters are so real and I've grown attached to them? I don't know. Either way I love DDLC, the community, and the fan content, but I don't know why. I guess it's because the main grip of the game is the 4 girls themselves, you grow so attached to them that it feels like your losing close friends. Making characters in any video game likable is hard but this game is an example of it done right, adding along with the story makes DDLC truly an experience.( finally, im done. I need a rest rn before I have a mental breakdown)

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

PART TWO FOR THE ANGST

“I’m holding on to pieces of us

That I just can’t let go

I know this is a desperate kind of love

But it feels like it’s home.”

- Wait, NF

A/N: After many, many, MANY requests to continue with the threesome angst, here’s part two. This is part one if you missed it!!

SIAC MASTERLIST

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Two hours and thirteen minutes.

That’s how long Y/N’s been locked in their room while Harry’s been simmering in hellfire as he paces around the apartment, worried out of his mind and sick to his stomach, his own pancakes and eggs threatening to make a reappearance.

He’s worried about their relationship— about what might become of it, or what might not become of it. If he had known this whole threesome idea was going to end this way, he would’ve canned it immediately.

Would’ve never brought up the concept at the bar they were at the night before when that girl was ogling both him and Y/N from across the room, a small smile playing her ruby lips. Would’ve never let Y/N say a tentative yet intrigued “yes,” would’ve never walked up to the woman and offered to buy her a drink, and would‘ve never let her into their home if he knew it was going to end with his girlfriend this torn apart.  

He’s sick to his stomach not only about the whole ordeal, but sick with himself for what he did to one of the most important people in his life.

Harry didn’t know the extremity of it when it was happening— he assumed it would just be a bedroom game, much like when Y/N tied him down and teased him with a vibrating cock ring, or when he took her over the knee and spanked her until she was dripping across his thighs. It was intended to be a punishment for hogging him the whole time because it was called a “threesome” for a reason, and he felt bad when he‘d chanced a hazy glance over Y/N’s shoulder as she rode him and saw the girl sitting there with her arms crossed over her bare chest, looking sad and unsatisfied.

So, he had pushed his girlfriend off himself and tied her to the headboard with his belt, whispering in her ear about how greedy she was being and that it wasn’t fair to their guest. The harsh talk was said in the same manner he went about talking to her when he edged her for coming too soon or whenever she touched herself without his permission— it was said with a bedroom mindset and not a genuine one.

Y/N had squirmed and whimpered an apology and begged him to let her go, tugging at the restraints as Harry shook his head slowly and pushed off her writhing body.

“Gotta learn to share.” Was all he muttered, turning to face the young woman behind him, who was already crawling towards him with a hungry glint in her hazel eyes.  

Everything had been going fine so he doesn’t know exactly where the line was crossed, but he guesses it was when Y/N had mewled his name all shaky and hesitant, pleading with him to come back to her. And now that he remembers it vividly, a fresh pang of guilt hits him square in the chest, causing his lungs to throb and throat to tighten in shameful sadness.

Harry should’ve known.

He should’ve been able to distinguish the pain in Y/N’s quivering voice from the usual tone she used in bed when begging. Should’ve paid more attention to how she’d drawn into herself, her legs crossing and drawing up to her chest as she shifted onto her side on the bed, trying to tug her wrists loose. Should’ve been more attentive when he thought he’d seen tears glistening on her flushed cheeks and the way the corners of her tainted lips were dipped in a frown that wasn’t like her at all.

“Harry, please…” His tear ducts pulse warningly as her voice from last night echos in his head, the mood regretful and distressed and full of so much hurt that he thinks himself stupid to not have noticed it before.

But he hadn’t listened.

He’d ignored it thinking it was just her trying to cheat her way out of her punishment, simply glancing away from her face and up to the unknown girl bouncing on his cock and gasping against his sweaty neck, moaning his name into his ear and yanking at his curls as he dug his nails into her ass and whimpered about how tight she was. How amazing she felt. How she was such a good girl and a great fuck and delivering endless praise that he didn’t know was hurting Y/N.

He didn’t know that with every compliment, every moan into the girl’s mouth, every tug at her long blonde hair, and every grunt he released into the tense atmosphere of the room, he was jamming the knife deeper into his girlfriend’s heart without a single clue of the way she was quietly sniffling in the lonely corner of the bed.

And then it really hits him when he’d fucked up and he can’t help screwing his eyes shut in utter shame and heart-wrenching guilt, raking a hand through his tangled curls and shoving his face into his palms, refusing to allow his eyes to cry because he didn’t deserve to feel sorry for himself.  He deserves every last drop of anguish and sorrow that was pumping his heart an abysmal black.

Harry had royally screwed up when he had looked over the woman’s jolting shoulders and locked his cloudy, orgasm-drunken eyes with Y/N, biting his swollen lips into his mouth as his large hands gripped the guest’s waist, slamming her against his prick with his toes curling against the mattress and his face contorted in sheer rapture.

He’d fucked up when, through his eyes, he had shown Y/N how incredible this random stranger was making him feel and given her the impression (as unintended and mistaken her perception of the gaze had been) that what the unknown person was giving him was better than anything she had ever and could ever offer him.

Harry had fucked up when he had panted out to his already emotionally drained girlfriend one sentence that had been the last nail in his coffin, taunting her with his body and not with his heart, but it was delivered as if he truly believed it to the core.

“You know what she is, Y/N? She’s a good girl— she knows how to share and knows how to make me come so fucking good, obeying me as she should. Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you, darling?” He had glanced up at the person, squeezing her ass rewardingly and smirking. “Better than Y/N’s been, that’s for sure.”

Harry had said it with the same innocent intentions as he had been carrying the whole time, wanting to make it a proper time-out for his naughty girlfriend. What he wasn’t aware of was that Y/N no longer was in the same mindset he was in, but was taking every blow personally. Every pet name he called the woman was the same ones he used for her, and every compliment he gave the opposer was one he had given to Y/N before. They all lost their meaning to her because here he was, whispering them to this person who had no emotional ties with him but was receiving the same treatment he gave her,his actual partner.

And so she had shrunk back against the headboard and stared at her bare lap, the darkness of the room hiding her tears as they slid down her face and splattered across her thighs and wet the sheets. She pressed her forehead to the cold surface of the backboard and tried to block out the sounds of the two bodies connecting a few yards from her, skin slapping as needy gasps, moans, keens, and mewls bounced off the matte walls of the bedroom, knocking around the inside of her skull and against the back of her already sore eyes, pushing more tears out of them.

When everything was said and done, Harry had untied her bruised wrists, leaning down to catch her eyes and not realizing how red and swollen they were.

He’d pressed an amused kiss to her forehead and hummed a cocky, “Share next time, sweetheart,” which the other girl had responded to with a teasing giggle that made Y/N’s blood boil.  

Harry had snuggled her into his chest without a second thought as the newcomer cuddled against his back and pressed her face to one of his broad shoulders, to which he responded with a content sigh because he felt warm and cradled.

But for the rest of the night, Y/N kept her hands to herself and didn’t return his caresses of affection, feeling like she was going to throw up as hot tears stained her cheeks. As the other two members of the party slept soundly, she wallowed in the hollow pain coursing through her veins and scraping at the inside of her chest until morning came and the girl rose to leave.

Harry hadn’t known Y/N was faking sleep as he also got up, offered to make the lady breakfast and made small talk as he flipped pancakes onto her plate.

He hates himself because now he knows Y/N had heard him asking about her life and college and laughing at her jokes. She’d heard him thank the woman for the fun night and open the door for her as she left and heard them exchanging phone numbers “in case you ever want to do it again, give me a call, handsome.”

So now Harry sits here with all of this shredding his insides to bits while the only girl he truly loves is closed off in their bedroom— literally and emotionally— refusing to even as much as hear him speak because he had hurt her beyond compare, even though it had been unintentional.

He simmers in his self-hate for a while longer, bouncing his knees and picking at the lint on his flannel pajama pants and recovering a t-shirt from the laundry because it’s grown chillier in the living room.

When he can’t take it anymore and he feels like there’s a clawed animal climbing up his ribcage and using his heart as a trampoline, he pushes himself up from the sunken couch and makes haste towards where his girlfriend resides.

As he slowly turns the knob to enter, rehearsing a more detailed and heartfelt apology in his head, the door suddenly swings open.

Y/N stands on the other side, clad in a pair of worn jeans and her Pentatonix sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a haphazard ponytail with silky locks framing her pretty and splotchy face, the air from the vent above blowing the pieces across her swollen red eyes.

“Hi…” Is all he manages to get out in a voice thick with regret, his tone soft and worried.

She simply gives him a tired and emotionally bare glance, shouldering past his body with no remorse.

Harry stands there for a second, not sure what he should proceed with, but then he reacts instinctively and goes after her, inching down the corridor that leads back to the living room.

He comes upon her as she’s slipping her old converse sneakers over her mitch-matched socks, exasperatingly pushing her flyaways from her cheeks as she grabs the car keys from a Ceramic-It-Yourself bowl on the kitchen counter.

Harry dares to speak up.

“Sweetheart?” The word is gentle and hesitant. “Where, uhm…Where are you headed?”

She contemplates him with the same blank, inanimate eyes, sniffling lightly and rubbing at her nose with a sweater paw. “Out.”

He winces at the blatant harshness of her voice as it stings his chest, his heart deflating and plummeting into his stomach. “Oh…”

Y/N makes her way down the hall that leads to the front door of their apartment, shoving her phone into the back pocket of her jeans and reaching for the handle.

Harry rushes after her, calling out softly down the small corridor as he wrings his big hands nervously. “When are you gonna be back?”

“Later.” The same deadpan and unattached attitude.

“Alright, well, be careful, okay? Call if you need—“

She slams the door shut so hard that the picture frames on the walls rattle.

“Me…” Harry finishes his statement to the cold walls of their home, feeling small and useless, like he’s stuck in a maze with no exit. The tears that he’s been holding back finally make an appearance across the quivering waterline of his eyes and he looks down at his shaking hands, concerned dread settling into his bones at not knowing where his girl is going or if she’ll even be coming back.

“Call if you need me.” He repeats to himself in the form of a sigh, wiping at his dribbling nose with the back of his wrist.

And, it might be his guilty conscious playing tricks on him, but he swears he hears Y/N’s muffled, distant voice answer, “I won’t.”

[fyrapartnersearch]

The next Wild Hunt commences.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Phew, let's try this again shall we? I've received great many responses which positively surprised me :) I've managed to find some partners, but most of the people who contacted me, just sent me a friend request on Discord without even writing me a message. This gives me nothing to work with. Please, I implore you, if you want to start a RP partnership with me, write me a detailed email first! Describe yourself, your ideas and preferences. I want to get to know you before we move to another platform to chat OOC, alright? 

And for the future, do NOT ghost me! Thank you :) I’ll keep it short and sweet for my introduction. I am Fenry, but you may address me as Fen. Obviously this is not my real name but I would like to keep a pseudonym as my identity until I get to know my partner better. 



I am 25 years and that means adult themes and topics will be included

Female

Over 10 years of roleplaying experience

Masters graduate

I live in CET, Europe

Prefers doubling, though I can make exceptions

We can exchange more information once I’ve received your message. I love talking outside of the Roleplay for some brainstorming and plotting for the story. Plus, making new friends never hurts.

Now to the actual topic what I am looking for in a partner.

Please read before you message me!

Thank you.



My roleplaying partner must be above the age of 18, preferably 20+. 
I don’t care which gender honestly, as long as the Roleplay and friendship is good I am all for it. Contact me with a small introduction. Tell me about yourself, what you’re ideas are, how long you’ve been writing and your limits. I want to know more about you, assess your character before we move to anything else. It would otherwise come off as impersonal. 



The qualities I prefer in an RP buddy are: 


Mature

Dedicated

Detailed

Literate

Frequent (which doesn’t mean that you need to send me 5 messages per day. 2-3 times per week is absolutely fine since I am not able to respond as much either)

Flexible

We all have real, social lives outside of the roleplaying world. I understand when you’re not able to reply as fast all of the time, because it is not much different for me either. I will try to respond at least 4-5 times a week. If it’s a good week, my replying rate will increase depending on the given situation. If there’s work ahead or any sort of obstacle that might get in the way of our exchange, I will let you know as soon as I possibly can! I promise you this! 
But I also hope you do the same when there’s something that might cause a hiatus.




I am looking for LONGTERM and CONTINUOS Roleplays! My partner should be very committed because otherwise, it wouldn’t make a lot of sense and we might as well drop it.





When it comes to my writing style and preferences, I will list these things here for you to read.

Writing: I am a multi-paragraph sort of writer, which means that frequently, my writing will exceed at least 500 words, and upward of 1000+ words. I love detail in description, and I am actively seeking someone of the same infamy. Generally, I tend to write in the 3rd person. I’ve also tested the waters of 1st person but found it fairly awkward, if not, jarring so I’d rather keep it with 3rd person.

Pairings: I openly play characters of both genders, preferable m x f pairings, but I am open to m x m and f x f relationships as well. I have more experience with m x f relationships, so I might excel in this category more than I would do with the others. However, like I said, do not let this deter you. Very much open to other sexual orientations and preferences. Romance and intimate erotic scenes are always a part of the story, so if you are someone who prefers fading to black, I am afraid to tell you that my request isn’t something for you. This is not negotiable, sorry.

Genres: I am versatile when it comes to genres and settings that I like to play in. Supernatural is my absolute jam, especially urban and gothic fantasy, maybe even a bit of mythology as well? 
Anything involving vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, shape shifters, aliens, mutants, other urban creature of folklore, given some sort of modern day spun, is absolutely perfect for me. I also really love science fiction in its many forms. Primarily, I take my sci-fi craving inspirations from Star Wars, Mass Effect, and even Destiny (even though I did not really enjoy the games…). Another genre that I’ve vast interest in includes that of the superhero genre. I’m a big fan of both Marvel and DC fandom, and the concept of having humans with abilities, anything of that short would be awesome to do. Against, these would be with original characters on my part. I’m not as fond of general real-life or general modern day genres and themes without a good, complex idea attached to it.

Characters: Faceclaims, GIFs, drawings, mood boards or just a plain physical description is absolutely welcome / sufficient. I am not someone who necessarily needs a face claim for a character in order ‘to get the picture’. There are many instances where I could not find a suiting match for my character’s definition, so I resorted to drawing them myself or leaving it with a simple description. 
Characters should have flaws - that is a no brainer obviously, since nobody likes a Mary Sue / Gary Stu - but also some unique traits that make them stand out and remain memorable. I take inspiration from JK Rowling or George R.R. Martin for example as each of their character remains very unique and unforgettable in my opinion. They definitely did something right and I want to emulate that, so don’t be afraid to be rather bold with your character creation. Let your imagination run wild and surprise me with your ideas!

World building & plotting: An active roleplayer is wanted in this category, without a doubt. I love to world-build, but I tend to lose interest when I am the only one who puts in the effort into it. I can’t do the thinking for two people, so I implore you to at least share the burden (which should not be regarded as such because roleplaying is a fun hobby and nothing more). Too often I find people shying away from it in this regard. If I feel that I’m carrying the weight of the world-building part with specific ideas, I will end the Roleplay in immediately. And consider that the world building is just the tip of the beginning, so from that, I’ll be able to see whether we’ll be a match or not. Because we’d be starting from scratch with whatever we do, it would be a big relief to have someone who doesn’t mind letting ideas flow to set up the universe that we will be roleplaying in.

Content: I find writing erotic, dramatic or action packed scenes very enjoyable. I don’t hinder myself when certain subjects are mentioned that may be uncomfortable for the general public. But then again, as a reminder, a Roleplay is not reality but fiction. For example situations that heavily imply and involve brutality, mayhem, psychological and physical torture are things that need exploration.

Characters should be fully fleshed out, even the not so pretty parts of one’s personality and actions. There is no black and white, but a wide ranging spectrum of grey areas. A story does not always end well and life is never fair, so to implement this into a Roleplay, it would make a fantastic and very exciting story. Nothing is ever certain, people have their ups and downs… we shouldn’t make an exception here. I am not afraid to delve into even more sinister areas such as psychological trauma if its needed to further the story. I want to be as transparent as I possibly can. I have very few limits. The only subjects I will not touch, or rather avoid are heavy graphic rape scenes, bestiality, necrophilia and pedophilia. Other than that everything is fair game. What I also find quite fascinating is describing someone’s mental as well as physical transformation, ascending to a higher or lower state of being, etc. The process of metamorphosis, may it be the manipulation or corruption of someone… it all is quite eerie and at the same time, intriguing. It all leads to the progression of the story, so be warned that we won’t be walking on egg shells here. 


The story will not be solely centred on dark themes. I love me a mixture of everything, including drama, fluff, angst, action, comedy, romance, adventure, mystery and so forth.


Let’s lighten up a bit, kay? :)

The ones I’ve marked in bold are the ones I am currently itching for the most.




Original plots I am absolutely craving for are:




Genres:


anything mafia related

crimes in remote locations

small towns and supernatural happenings

post apocalyptic/dystopia

supernatural/modern fantasy (demons and devils, monster x hunter)

southern/mid western gothic

murder mystery (small town or big city)

modern/dark fairy tale retellings

sci-fi/cyberpunk

emotionally charged/dark and gritty

superpowers/gifted

unresolved sexual tension/slow burn

mythology

redemption

action

Pairings:

age gaps (non pedophiliac)

friend x best friend’s older sibling

enemies to lovers

cop x criminal

friends turned lovers/pining

grumpy x sunshine

dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman

reunited old lovers and/or friends

boss x employee

neighbours

mentor x mentee

hitman x victim

hurt/comfort

height differences

pet names

rich x poor (or noble and peasant / different social classes)

The Fandoms I am willing to do, although I prefer to make something original:

Films & television:

Marvel cinematic universe

Pacific Rim

Castlevania

Game of Thrones

Riverdale

Young Justice

Voltron

Constantine

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Games: 

Witcher III

Devil May Cry

Bayonetta

God of War

Star Wars

Dark Souls

My Roleplaying platform is mostly on email or google docs! I also would like to keep in touch with my partner over a different medium, preferably Discord.

 To contact me use these links here:


EMAIL: mynioncosplay@gmail.com

DISCORD: Fenry#4086


Find me there.

Here are two passwords that you can use in the headline so I know what you want to role-play.


*For ORIGINAL Roleplay, the password is:  Follow me and you shall be

free *For CANON Roleplay, the password is:  I will follow you until the end

#original #OC #supernatural(original, not TV) #longterm #email #googledocs #paragraph #detailed #partner #dedicated #fantasy #canon #doubling #chat #friend 

[chicandchaud-blog]

N°25  • ‘Tea with Nova’

In today’s post I’m switching things up and introducing you guys to a new segment on my blog, ‘Tea with...” (obvi you could insert your favorite creator there sometime soon, LOL). In today’s post however, it’s Tea with Nova, who is the creator of the renowned hair (wig/frontal/closure) store, ‘Little Bones’. In this interview you will read up on what’s to come from Little Bones, along with some of Nova’s true feelings about the world of Second Life – that’s as far as creating, and more. Thank you so much for taking your time to read, and enjoy. *special thank you to Nova Faerye for trusting my pen, and being my first guest.

alas, the interview;

J: I’m so glad to have you here today considering your super busy schedule, also I’m totally loving the hair! – I must ask how are you today, what’s been up?

N: Thank you, and I'm doing good! A little tired, been working super hard but it's a good kind of fatigue. You?

J: I’ve honestly been fine just keeping up with my studies, and making sure my readers are loving my content – speaking of my readers, since I do often times post looks, I must ask who are you wearing today?

N: I'm wearing the Lexi jumpsuit from the ISON x Rowne collection, shoes from Vale Koer, and some turtleneck I found on Marketplace a while back. Pretty simple, but I love a clean look.

J: I love how your look is curated of different creators that don’t technically fit in the same “theme”, versatility is always key when pulling a look so I want to ask you who are some of your favorite creators, along with the reason why.

N: That's a long list to be honest, so this might be longwinded. I love so many people, clothing wise I love people who push boundaries of what people would normally wear, like Sanya Bilavio of Vive Nine and Fiore, Harry from ISON, Bob from Vale Koer, Fash from Rowne, Vo Pralou from Seul, Tyr Rozenblum from all her various projects, Nylon and Poly from Nylon Outfitters and Yummy,  They're all so incredibly hard-working and sweet people with a unique vision, there's no one like them. Hair wise I love Silent Acoustic from Moon, my best friend and confidante. (to the tune of Golden Girls). Lamb, Lelutka, Magika, Exile... pretty much anyone who's put the time in building their style. They're all super unique and something special.

J: The people you listed are literally so iconic, and statement making, so with that I must ask in the world of Second Life – what do you feel is missing, or otherwise what do you wish would make its grand return in the field of creating?

N: Hmm, I'm not sure. I guess I miss innovation-- people figuring out fun ideas and how things could work for people. Basically becoming inventors on top of designers. That's not to say people aren't doing it at all, but it could be more. Can you imagine how exciting it would be if everyone threw out a game-changer all the time? SL would be even more amazing.

J: The idea of being inventors in the field of creating ontop of designing sounds like a dream come true, you yourself could consider yourself one given the versatility of your groundbreaking style hud. Since in some case scenarios what’s able to be done in Second Life is limited – If you could change one thing about Second Life what would it be?

N: Give me physical bones to work with so I can finally make a whippy ponytail. Bento is almost right, but a full physical skeletal system would just make my heart explode.

J: I’d literally die to be able to whip my ponytails on here, so that seems fun, I’d like to ask what is your biggest pet peeve on Second Life aside from not being able to make that awesome whippy ponytail?

N: That people don't make more clothing for Belleza, those hips though.

J: Haha! That’s actually a pressing issue that I hadn’t realized, I thought it was just a joke that Belleza didn’t have much clothes. – I want to dig deeper into the questions, and ask you how do you feel about people that try to imitate your aesthetic?

N: I don't really think about it that much. I think people get to where they want to be eventually, and for the most part watching and learning is an important way to find your own aesthetic. So, if people use my work as a stepping stone to their best work that's totally fine; also, it's a natural unconscious thing to pick things you like to build on. It's not that serious to me.

J: I like how you don’t mind technically being the ‘blueprint’ for what ones’ style may be. I would however like to ask since you said that learning is an important way to find your own aesthetic, what influenced you to create in the style that you do, and also what gravitated you to wanting to create hairs?

N: I guess a multitude of things. My style has always changed over the years, so it could be anything from pop culture to my personal style. I'm ever-evolving, so it could be anything from runway, to movies, to animated characters. For the creating question, when I first started, it was only because I wanted certain styles and colors people just weren't doing. I wanted to make stuff for myself, and share it with people who might like them too. Plus I felt like I'd be pretty good at it.

J: Aesthetics sometimes do in a way ‘promote’ stores, and attract customers – so tying into that statement, did you ever expect to be where you are now in the field of creating?

N: Actually yeah, I knew I was pretty good. Definitely not great, looking back. I put on some of my older styles and cringe like crazy.. But when you look at any creator, quality only goes up. I knew I could do that eventually.

J: LOL! Looking at past projects as a creator could always make one cringe a bit. The next question I have for you would be, if you could teach your old self a  thing or two, what would it be?

N: All the tricks I learned to make wigs faster, although I'd probably have a catalog full of shit, so maybe it's for the best that it went the way it did. Another piece of advice would probably to calm down. It's not that serious. Have fun, do what you want.

J: That’s a great answer, some people want to have the best formula, or recipe early in the field of creating, but don’t take into consideration what could have been the result of that. Another question I’d like to ask is what advice if any could you give those wanting to learn to, or just starting to create.

N: Pretty much the same answer. Actually, a big one I'd wanna put out there would be that there really is no such thing as competition here. People get caught up in the race to be the best, when that doesn't matter. Just worry about YOUR best. People will love your craft, and it won't matter what the next person is doing. Another thing, do what you want, don't listen to people who want to influence you. If you don't like what you're doing, it won't turn out very good. Put some love in it, and you'll do great.        

J: Great advice! So, obviously you’ve put a lot of love into your brand – so I want to ask this question that has been bothering me since we’ve sat here. I’ve always wanted to know, where did the name, “Little Bones” come from?

N: It came from the fact I wanted something edgy and cute. I also hate the name and wish I could change it. Haha. It reflects who I was at 19, not me now at 25. We'll see down the road if I branch into a name I like better.

J: Haha! Well, Little Bones does sound edgy and cute so I can’t knock that, but  since you did mention that you’d branch into a new name possibly – I want to ask what could we expect from Little Bones in the near future?

N: A lot more ideas I want to implement, a cute building I'm working on, as well as collaborations and image changes. It's important for me to grow and learn, or I'll just get bored. But in the end, expect more frequent releases. There's a slew of beautiful things just waiting to get out on the grid!

J: Well, Nova! That’s all the questions I have for you, thank you sooo much for stopping by and giving me your time to ask you these questions. Do you have any more words?

N: No, thank you so much for having me, and I cant wait to show the grid what I’ve been working on!

Please be sure to keep up with Nova Faerye of Little Bones on her social media, and shop at the links below!

FLICKR / MARKETPLACE / INWORLD STORE

#HQ

[tomhollandish]

Domestic // Part 2

Part 2: Early Parenthood

A/N: This is mad late but it’s finally here! You and Tom become new parents and things are (mostly) going strong.

(also, I’ve written this family as a mixed family, which is mostly personal to me, but for any of you poc Tom Holland fans, I hope this resonates with you too. You’re wonderful and beautiful, and you deserve to have a family with Tom just as much as anyone else.)

Word count: 4,154

It smells of pancakes when you blink your eyes awake, which is something you’re still not used to. Cooking was an affair you did in your house—as the saying goes if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

It was surprising, then, to hear laughter coming from downstairs and the pungent smell of oranges so early in the morning. You, ever the skeptic, tossed on a robe and attempted to fix your bedhead as you made the treacherous trek down a flight of stairs with blurry morning vision.

The giggles you were hearing were small and high pitched, and it struck you for a moment how joyful they sounded. Rubbing at your eyes, you were finally able to take in the sight that you greeted so often, but could never seem to process.

Standing on the counter was your daughter Lena, dancing and teetering around in a way that would have been dangerous had your husband, Tom, not been holding her cautiously. Neither of them were aware of your presence, wrapped up in their own little dance party.

Tom grunted when he picked his little girl up, a noise that reminded you so greatly of your own father. With one hand, Tom expertly flipped the pancake he was currently working on, while your daughter twisted herself around.

Her brown eyes glimmered when they landed on you. “Mommy!” she announced, wriggling herself out of Tom’s grip. He was so taken aback by his daughter’s suddenness that he didn’t grasp her words. Confusion turned into compassion as he watched his daughter bound into your arms, her ratty red hair flying behind her.

You scooped her up with little hesitation, kissing her forehead sloppily. Lena shook her head, wiping off the spot with the back of her hand. “Gross, mommy!” she screamed, and you laughed, holding her against your hip.

“I’m sorry, dear, I just love you so,” you kissed her again in the exact same spot, more protests erupting from her, despite her laughs. “so so much!”

“What about me?” Tom said, pouting at you two over his shoulder. You shrugged, looking down at your daughter.

“I don’t know how much do you love daddy?” you asked her, to which she spread her arms wide, nearly smacking her tiny hands into your face.

“This much!” she exclaimed, hugging him around his neck. You transferred Lena from your arms to Toms, switching places as you surveyed the makings of breakfast. They had been doing well; bacon was cooked and not burnt, orange juice was both in glasses and all over the counter, and the thick stack of pancakes looked amazing.

“How much do you love daddy?” Lena questioned after some time, snapping you from your trance.

You smiled, deep affection warming your body. You looked Tom up and down, taking in his bed ragged appearance: unbrushed hair, parted just enough for him to see, day old scruff around his jaw, and the faint, mischievous smile that graced his features.

“Hmmm,” you said, tapping your fingers to your lips, mocking deep thought. “I don’t know, maybe this much?” you gestured with your forefinger and your thumb, a pretty miniscule amount in contrast to your daughter’s outstretched arms.

She laughed at your antics. “No, it’s more than that!”

“You’re right. I love him this much.” You pulled Tom into a kiss, which he accepted with no protest. Kissing him felt familiar and warm, filling your heart to the brim with happiness and love. You felt your daughters hand at your neck, pushing the two of you apart as she screamed, proclaiming her disgust.

“Ew! That’s gross, stop it!” Lena screamed, all though a similar mischievous smile was on her face.

“You hear that? We’re gross.”

“I didn’t need Lena to remind me of that.” Tom said, and you smacked him lightly with the spatula in your hands. That was something you were used to. Even as parents, you were still your familiar selves. You felt pleased by this.

“Sit Lena down, then we can eat, okay?” The two of them began setting up, looking very much like father and daughter with matching red hair and equally loud laughs. A pang went through your chest, this idea that you wanted a child that favored you more than Tom. You could bring that up to him later.

Right now you were content with Lena, and your small family you were still learning to navigate.

“Literally, it’s not that hard. Just say ‘dada’.”

Tom was sprawled around the floor, alphabet blocks, legos, and other hazardous toys cluttering up the living room, which you’d specifically told him not to leave laying around. But with Harrison Osterfield, Jacob Batalon helping watch your child, what could you really expect?

“He’s not going to say it if you keep pressuring him,” Jacob pointed out. He was sitting on the couch, although his attention had long abandoned the TV. He was quite invested in Tom’s endeavor to get his son to speak. “It’s gotta come naturally.”

“He’s right mate,” Harrison said, trying to occupy the little one currently sitting in his lap. Peter Holland had taken quite a liking to him; his tiny hands pulling at his sweater, smiling whenever Harrison flashed a grin at him. Tom had no clue why his own son liked Harrison more than him, and he wasn’t happy about it.

“What do either of you know? How many kids you have? One and Zero?” he pointed to Jacob and Harrison respectively. “I’ve got two, and Paddy, Sam and Harry. I think I know what I’m doing.”

“Your little brothers do not count as parenting experience. They’re smarter than you.” Jacob used the giant wooden blocks laying around to construct a tower, one that had baby Peter’s full attention. “You have to win them over, like I’m doing right now.” He smirked triumphantly as Peter began to crawl towards the growing tower.

Tom sat up and intercepted his child, bouncing him in his lap. “If that tower falls and hits my child I’m telling Y/N.”

“It’s really more her child than yours. Look at him,” Harrison stated. Tom had to admit that was true; Peter was all you. Thick h/c hair decorated the top of his head, and those wide e/c eyes were privy to every little thing the three men were doing. He was more trouble than he was fussy, always crawling around and pulling everything out of place. He left a path of mess in his wake, and all it did was make you love him more.

Your first, Lena had been nothing like Peter. Tom thought he could handle a second child easily, but little boys were a whole other ball game. But still, Tom was head over heels to have a son.

“I know he’s practically all Y/N’s, that’s why I want to catch her off guard and have him say ‘dada’.” Tom set Peter down in front of him, leaning close to his son’s face. “Can you say it? Say ‘dada!”

Peter said nothing, his giant eyes blinking. Harrison moved to sit next to Tom, leaning into the baby’s face just as close. “Hmm, you look like you wanna say something else. Say ‘uncle!’”

Tom couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harrison continued to coax his son to speak, saying ‘Uncle Haz’ in the most babyish voice possible. And what was worse? Him flashing those bright blue eyes and that white smile, and his son actually responding.

Peter gurgled like he was trying to speak, and Tom immediately shifted his son to gain his attention to him. “No no no, don’t listen to him. Say ‘dada!’ c’mon, it’s so much easier, say ‘dada’.”

“You know, I agree with Harrison. He’s going to say uncle first.” Jacob picked up Peter from the floor, placing him on his knee. Peter looked around wildly at being so high up. “Isn’t that right Peter? Say ‘uncle Jacob’!”

Again, Peter gurgled as if to speak, and Tom sat upright, crossing his arms. “I can’t believe this!” he yelled, going full Brit for the first time in a while. “You two are trying to steal my child!”

“It’s not stealing if he wants to say it. Isn’t that right Pete?” Jacob bounced the baby on his leg, making Peter laugh and move his arms around. “Besides, he deserves to be stolen. You named your son after Peter Parker.”

“I,” Tom started, sputtering to find a comeback to that. It obviously was true; Peter had been named for the iconic character Tom used to portray. But he didn’t like that it was assumed. “Peter is a family name.”

“From who’s family? Not yours, and definitely not Y/N’s.”

“Y/N had an uncle named Peter who she loved dearly and named her son after. And her husband would like him back!” Tom said, standing to grab his son back from Jacob.

“I say we let him pick. Doesn’t that sound fair Peter?” Jacob smiled down at the boy who was clearly having fun in his arms. Tom rolled his eyes.

“This isn’t a democracy. That’s my son, who I helped make and I’m telling you to give him to me.” Tom placed his hands on his hips, looking down at the scene sourly.

“I’m with Jacob on this. You don’t want go with him, do you?” Harrison pointed to Tom, shaking his head. “No, you wanna go with Uncle Haz right? Say ‘uncle Haz’.”

“No, say ‘uncle Jacob.’ It’s so easy, and so worth it.”

“It’s not a fucking sales pitch, Jacob.” Harrison rolled his eyes. Tom in turn slapped the back of Haz’s head, to which the blonde protested. “Oi, what gives?”

“Don’t say that around my son! He’s going to pick it up!”

“He hasn’t picked up literally anything else we said. Why would he pick up ‘fuck’? Right baby? You’re not going to say that, you’re going to say ‘uncle Jacob’, right?”

Peter gurgled again, before smiling widely, his four front teeth gleaming prominently. Tom, Haz, and Jacob waited with baited breath, each hoping he didn’t say the f-word. They’d all be murdered if Y/N came back and her child was cursing.

“Uncle Jacob!” Peter slurred loudly, looking extremely proud of himself. Jacob cheered, hugging the child to his chest and then kissing his tiny cheeks.

“That’s my boy!” he yelled, and Tom rolled his eyes, trying not to look bitter in his defeat.

“I can’t believe my own child doesn’t love me.” He pouted, looking the most childish.  

“Cheer up mate,” Haz patted his best friends back. “At least he didn’t say mama.”

Tom gave Harrison a cutting glance before sighing. He collapsed onto the floor, watching as his child slid off Jacobs knee and crawled over to sit on his stomach. Tom leaned on his elbows, watching as his son peered down at him.

“What?” he said, although he smiled a bit at his son. He couldn’t stay mad at those huge eyes and wide smile for too long, even if his son was a traitor.

“Dada?” he said, almost as though it was a question. Tom sat up so fast that Peter fell over, although not too hard.

“What? Say it again!” he cried, holding Peter up to face him. “Can you say it again? Say dada!”

“Dada!” he giggled, slapping his hands lightly over Tom’s face. Excitement lit up on his face as he looked at his friends, who broke into cheers.

Peter laughed at the noise as Tom placed him on his shoulders, the baby drumming on Tom’s hair in excitement. The three men all took turns playing with Peter until they all dropped dead from exerting so much energy.

So it surprised you to come home and see the four of them, your son and husband along with Jacob and Harrison asleep on the floor. When you clicked the door shut, Peter roused from his sleep, stirring with a yawn. You caught sight of this, lifting the baby boy to keep him from crying.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I woke you baby,” you apologized, but Peter didn’t seem to mind. He pointed to the floor where Tom still lay sleeping.

“Dada,” he said, looking from you to Tom. You blinked, understanding that your son had said his first word.

“Dada?” you asked, playing his game and also pointing to Tom. Much more excitedly, Peter repeated the word and you smiled.

“Looks like I owe you,” you said softly, smiling at the sleeping form of your husband. “I wonder how you did it.” You stepped over the three men, cooing lightly at the child in your arms. “Let’s let dada sleep okay? He’s more of a baby than you, it seems.”

Tom Holland is used to getting stares everywhere he goes, and as his wife, you’re getting used to it. It’s not uncommon for your family to endure the looks of strangers and little whispers as you have family outings in New York or get caught riding the subway with your kids after school. Some younger cashiers will look from your family to the magazine stands with wide eyes, realizing that a cover page family was shopping at their store.

You were used to that; it came with the territory. But there was another territory that also garnered stares, and it was not nearly as well intended.

You felt it in this supermarket with Lena, your dirty, loud little girl yelling something at you while she tugged on your pants leg. She was talking about something from school, probably the story of why she was covered in dirt and scratches. You tried to smile at her, because she was so sweet and so fucking loud.

Peter wasn’t much better. He grabbed at everything, simply saying, “I want,” even though you were currently looking at safe shampoos for children. You shoved something in his direction, something safe for him to put in his mouth. He was three years old; a boy of simple needs.

As you did your daily parental juggling act, you felt the eyes of other women on your back. You could identify lingering glances without turning your head, (a learned skill from being the wife of a celebrity) but this felt hostile. You immediately understood what was happening, you your entire body went rigid.

“Mom? Mom!” You had blocked out Lena’s yelling for a second, but you dialed back into them as she started to get louder. You whipped your head down to your oldest, patting her head like it was a snooze button.

“Shhhh,” you said softly, trying your hardest not to notice the women who were now whispering loudly to one another. “You don’t have to yell, sweetheart, I’m right here.”

With Lena quiet, you could hear their conversation, clear as day. “—can’t even control them. Are they even hers?” This was a tall dark haired woman who couldn’t keep her eyes away from your family. She spoke to another dark haired lady who sniggered behind her hand.

“She’s a nanny, got to be.”

“The little one looks just like her though! Oh, I wonder what her husband looks like for her kids to look like that.”

Your mood could not drop. There was no way, not in this grocery store, with Peter about to finish his snack and Lena talking her head off, and Tom still not back from the bathroom. You just needed your fucking shampoo and then you could be out of here.

“He has to be white, I’m assuming.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, hands gripping the cart with all your strength. Suddenly both of your kids were quiet, looking up at you with confused little faces.

“Mom?” Lena questioned, voice marginally quieter than earlier. “Mom what’s wrong?”

The women became quiet, realizing you’d heard them. You had half a mind to tell them off, but you composed yourself. You didn’t owe those women an explanation. Your family wasn’t a zoo exhibit to be poked and prodded and questioned. It frustrated you more than it angered you, and it saddened you much more than that.    

You almost (almost) whipped your head around to ask them condescendingly why they decided to stop when you felt a strong arm wrap around your back. “Something the matter?”

Tom’s voice was soft comfort, his accent all you needed to hear to relax. Lena moved from your leg to her father’s, saying with confidence “Something’s wrong with mom.”

Tom looked from his daughter back to you with furrowed brows. He opened his mouth to say something, but the women who had been staring suddenly pushed their carts behind Tom, saying soft pardons as they went. Their eyes were trained to the floor; you hoped in embarrassment.

You watched them the entire time, eyes following them until they disappeared from your view. When you looked at Tom again his brows were raised, his concern more prominent than before. “Y/N,” he said, the way he always did when you didn’t talk to him.

You sighed, looking down before mumbling, “Not here, not right now.”

Tom sighed, taking your chin in his hands. “You know you have to tell me. I won’t let this go.”

“I know, I just,” you slumped your shoulders a little, the tension in them making your frame heavy. “I can’t right now. I’ll tell you, okay? Promise.”

Tom’s eyes searched yours, seeing everything he loved about reflected in your eyes. He kissed your forehead, then your lips. “I trust you,” he said quietly, pulling you in for a hug. “I do.”

“I know,” you said back, looking down at Lena, who stared at your embrace with wide eyes. You smiled down at her. You couldn’t see what those women were talking about: Lena was yours, Peter was yours, and your family was just like any other. Sure, they were a little different, but they were still human, and that was all you saw when looking at Lena.

You were so afraid that Lena would be exposed to that kind of hate and gossip, but the hard truth was that she would be. But as long as you and Tom could expose her to love and kindness, well, you figured it would all be okay.

When you two pulled apart, you handed the cart for Tom to push around, while you stooped down to meet your daughter’s eyes. She came close and gave you a hug, like your husband just had.

“Is everything okay mom?” she said in her tiny voice, small hands rubbing up and down your back.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m okay. Just remember,” you held her at arm’s length, letting your smile fall for a second in place of seriousness.

“You’re more than good enough, okay? For me, for your dad, for anyone. No matter what anyone says, you’re more than what you look like, okay? People are going to say things, but don’t pay them any mind. You are kind, and smart, and important. Don’t forget that.”

Lena nodded, even though you doubted she understood you. You smiled at her once again as you took her hand and followed Tom down the aisle. You focused on everything she had to say, memorizing the feeling of her hand small hand in yours, trying to erase the women’s’ comments from your mind.

“Okay, so we’ve got a hairbrush, two hair ties, two bows, hair gel. Am I missing anything?”

Tom watched his youngest daughter, Oliva shake her head in the mirror. She was propped up with the tallest chair in the house, small legs dangling over the side. She took note of everything he’d brought out, counting everything until she nodded.

“Uh huh! Looks good dad!” she flashed him a grin, front tooth missing from her tiny row of teeth. Tom smiled just as brightly, taking her hair out of its messy ponytail.

“Okay,” he breathed out, mentally prepping himself for the task at hand. A quick look at his watch told him it was 7:04; not exactly late for school, but there was still more to be done. Currently, he was trying to deal with Olivia’s mass of tangly hair, which needed to be prim and proper for classes.

He wasn’t sure how this happened. Their first daughter was born with thick hair, a wavy/curly texture that matched his to a tee. Olivia, however, had massive hair that would break combs and took forever to wash and detangle. For the first few years of her life, he had let you take control of styling her hair, but on certain days the task was left to him.

Luckily for him, Olivia was a huge help.

“You have to brush it back first,” she reminded him, watching with keen eyes as Tom grabbed a fistful of her hair. He nodded, doing as she said. Tom was careful not to pull it to harshly or too tight, even though he knew her scalp could take it. She was a hardheaded little girl, and he didn’t mean that she was stubborn; as a baby she had hit her head on nearly everything, never once crying.

“Alright, now what?” His wrists were beginning to cramp from holding her hair for so long. He vaguely wondered how you did this every day.

“Now put this,” Olivia then grabbed a handful of the sticky hair gel, holding it out for him to take. “but only put it on this part!” and then she placed her messy hands all over the front of her hair line.

Tom hissed, dropping the ponytail to do damage control. Luckily the gel was clear, so no marks were left on her face, but there was the issue of it all over her hands and hair.

He grit his teeth, forcing a smile. He’d learned over the years that it was best to respond to disasters with patience. But he hadn’t learned It from you.

“Oh, thank you, darling,” he told her, smoothing down the globs of gel. It made her hair slick and heavy, but it was the best he could do for right now.

The little girl was oblivious to her blunder. She smiled that gap-toothed grin again, one that made Tom weak and sappy. “No problem dad!”

He sighed, tying off one puff of hair and moving onto the next. This one went with significantly less bumps, and lots of encouraging words. “You’re doing great!” Olivia beamed, and Tom couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Why thank you, darling,” he said back to her, looking around for the pair of bows he swore he brought in. “You’re doing well too.”

“Yeah, but I always do good,” she boasted, kicking her shoes against the legs of the chair. “You got better at this.”

“Yeah?” he asked her, watching their reflection to make sure her buns were even. “Are you saying I used to be bad?”

Her eyes lit up with a smile as she hid her hands over her mouth. It never ceased to amaze Tom how much she looked like you: the same nose and eyes, seemingly in miniature. Just like you, the smile took over her entire expression, as she sheepishly drawled out, “nooooo.”

Tom chuckled, finishing off her hair. His hands hovered above Olivia’s scalp, just in case something went wrong. “There it is!” he announced triumphantly, he and Olivia both admiring the work he’d done. “How do you like it?”

“Hmmmm,” Olivia dramatically tapped her index and middle finger to her lips. Tom’s shoulders shook with inaudible laughter. Olivia never ceased to make him smile. “I love it!” she finally said, and Tom cheered for himself, taking Olivia up into his arms.

“I’m so glad you do, darling,” he said, kissing her cheek lightly. He took a quick glance at his watch, realizing it was 7:30 and he had no clue if Lena or Peter were awake. “C’mon, lets go check on your brother and sister.”

“Are you going to do their hair too?” She questioned, tilting her head in a manner Tom’s hear at. Dear god, did he love his smallest daughter. She was so sweet and naïve; he wished his other two would stay this way.

Unfortunately, Lena was entering her pre-teens with ferocity, and Peter wasn’t far behind. He wanted to revel in their stage of being well behaved and cute, but that time was almost up. No wonder he loved Olivia so.

“Maybe if they would wake up early like you, I could. But right now I need you to check to see if their ready, can you do that?”

Olivia nodded so hard he thought her head might pop off. He set her down and she ran in the direction of Lena’s room, opening the door without caution. Tom sighed as he checked the time, walking downstairs to prepare their backpacks. The sound of Lena and Olivia yelling echoed down the stairs; Tom did nothing to stop it.

[runwiththieves-blog]

“OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ABOUT THEM MEETING I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR STORIES”

It was requested, so here is a lil’ prequel to this oneshot I posted a few days back showing how Harry and Y/N met! It’s pure fluff and drunk Y/N laying on Nick Grimshaw’s kitchen floor with a few mentions of The Notebook because I love DEATH AND DYING. 

SIDENOTE: THERE ARE MENTIONS OF V*MITING, BUT THEY ARE NOT DETAILED AND IT’S LIKE ONE SENTENCE JUST BC THAT’S HOW THEY MET, BUT SKIP THE FIRST LINE OF THE 9TH PARAGRAPH IF THAT DOESN’T SIT WELL WITH YOU. 💖

Harry must notice your presence and you realize your balance must be as off as you feel like it is, because the first thing Harry ever says to you is: “y’good there, love?” And you do your best to nod, giving him a dopey smile as you find your grip on the counter, steadying yourself in your drunken state as you look at him. 

The next thing you’re doing is practically diving for the sink.

You don’t even realize that there’s been someone taking care of you the entire time until you’ve finished and you feel a hand holding your hair back like it’s in a ponytail and another rubbing your back in slow circles. After a minute, you turn to see Harry standing right behind you, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he did it, considering he’s left the party to clean, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are. “Guess y’not so good, after all,” he says, finally, and you’d slap him for teasing you if you weren’t appreciative of the fact that he’s taking a glass from a cabinet and filling it with ice water for you.

or

Nick Grimshaw is Y/N’s bestie and she finally talks to Harry at one of his parties when she least expects it

2k+, fluff

Nick Grimshaw is the devil. That’s something you’re certain of. There’s no other explanation as to how he had finally managed to get you to come to one of his “small” dinner parties. He had practically begged you a million times to ‘just come, it’ll be fun,’ and you’ve always found a way to turn him down without hurting his feelings. Really, you think you deserve an award for how quickly you’re able to come up with excuses (only if the fact that most of them were weak is ignored, though).

See, you love Nick to death; so much, in fact, that you’ve never even attempted or thought about using him for his celebrity to get closer to the likes of the people he surrounds himself with like a lot of his friends do. You’ve expressed how much this annoys you each and every time it has dawned on you that one of his friends are using him, and he’s always dropped them from his circle not long after. You’re a good fucking friend is conclusion you finally come to, except for the fact that you’ve skipped or dipped out of every single party he’s ever invited you to before it really even got started. It’s the one thing about you that bugs him. You’ve been around for years now -- he knows you’re not using him.

So after a twenty minute guilt trip that ended with him pulling a puppy-dog face on you, you had finally just agreed to come tonight. It’s intimidating, sitting at a dining table surrounded by people who are as notable as they are. You wonder if you know their names just because of your association with Nick, or because you’ve always known because there are some real ass celebrities here. It makes you feel small, despite the fact that you’re sat beside Nick and this is his house and his party.

It’s when Harry Styles sits down in the chair opposite you, on Nick’s other side (he’s got the head of the table because of course he does), that you shift around and sit up a bit straighter. You wonder for a moment why you’re acting as if a fucking king walked into the room and sat down in front of you, because it’s just Harry. You know more about him and his misadventures from Nick than you do anyone else here. You know about Harry nearly burning his kitchen to the ground when he tried to be sexy and make breakfast for a girl, in nothing but his underwear, after a night together, for Christ’s sake. What you don’t know is how you’ve never actually met him, considering he’s on the same level of friendship with Nick as you are. That, combined with the thought before that, makes you wonder what all he knows about you. If Nick so openly shares Harry’s secrets and embarrassing moments with you, you know he must do the same to you with Harry. Then again, he’s Harry Styles, and you’re just a friend of Nick’s, no one special -- you work as a receptionist at a fashion PR firm, nothing extraordinary and no reason for you to ever be on his radar, so he may not even know who you are in the slightest.

Those suspicions are proven to be false when Nick says your name and Harry looks right at you. It almost makes you jump, but you’re also sitting next to Kelly Osbourne, so you avoid doing that. “This is Y/N, everyone. ‘M sure you’ve heard lots about her, mostly good,” Nick starts, and his tone is teasing so you know he’s going to give you shit about something. “We’ve been friends for --what, three or four years? Something like that. Never has she been to a Grimshaw DInner Party, though, so please make sure she has a good time tonight. She’s very uptight.” 

You imagine that statement is how you’ve wound up downing drink after drink, and you think you’ve taken a picture with nearly every person in Nick’s house. You vaguely remember kissing one of the girls -- you’re not sure which one -- in a game of ‘adult truth or dare,’ you can’t be one hundred percent sure, though. Not that kissing anyone in this house would be something you’d refuse -- they’re all sort of beautiful, you’ve noticed. Particularly Harry, you decide. It’s really not fair that he’s as attractive as he is, and it only gets more unfair when he tips his head back and laughs. You guess you still haven’t formally met him, so that makes thinking about how pretty he is a little bit easier. Talking to him means you’re either going to love him or hate him, and you don’t want it be the latter and have to pretend for Nick, so unless he approaches you, you think you’ll keep to yourself. 

It’s a few drinks later, you stopped counting them after the third, and while the group is slowly lessening one by one (but usually two by two), there are still a few of Nick’s friends left. Which, of course, includes Harry, but he’s got a trash bag in his hand instead of a drink when you walk into the kitchen to have another (despite what your stomach and your head are telling you). You’ve always heard that he’s the kindest person to ever live, probably, but you’re thinking that it may actually be true. He’s an international popstar and he’s cleaning up Nick Grimshaw’s kitchen while the rest of you are still steadily drinking in the living area? It probably wouldn’t be so cute if you weren’t so miserably drunk. 

Harry must notice your presence and you realize your balance must be as off as you feel like it is, because the first thing Harry ever says to you is: “y’good there, love?” And you do your best to nod, giving him a dopey smile as you find your grip on the counter, steadying yourself in your drunken state as you look at him. 

The next thing you’re doing is practically diving for the sink to empty the contents of your stomach into it. It’s disgusting and Nick can curse you for it later, but it’s his fault. He’s the one who insisted you get absolutely smashed and ‘have a good fucking time for once in your life.’ You really can’t be held accountable. Being hunched over the counter with your face in Nick’s sink isn’t exactly your idea of a good time. 

You don’t even realize that there’s been someone taking care of you the entire time until you’ve finished and you feel a hand holding your hair back like it’s in a ponytail and another rubbing your back in slow circles. After a minute, you turn to see Harry standing right behind you, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he did it, considering he’s left the party to clean, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are. “Guess y’not so good, after all,” he says, finally, and you’d slap him for teasing you if you weren’t appreciative of the fact that he’s taking a glass from a cabinet and filling it with ice water for you. “Here, get the taste out ‘f ya’ mouth,” he says, passing you the glass and you do as he says, taking a few small, slow sips before looking back up at him. “Thank you,” you say quietly, because you’re a bit embarrassed now. You’ve never spoken to Harry in your life, but he’s taking care of you after you’ve literally gotten sick from how drunk you are. “‘S not a problem. ‘M sure you’d do the same f’me ‘f we were ever in the situation,” he tells you, and you wrinkle your nose. “Don’t have much for me to hold back for you, but I guess I probably would,” you say, and now you’re the one teasing him, and you’re laughing together. You think you might like Harry Styles very much, indeed. 

The two of you end up sitting on the floor in Nick’s kitchen, and your head is still pounding despite the fact that Harry had insisted you lay in his lap somewhere around an hour ago. He thought that maybe it’d help, but it doesn’t, but it’s still such a lovely place to be so you don’t share that with him. You just let him play with your hair like he’s been doing since you first settled yourself there. You don’t really know how long you’ve been sitting and talking to each other, but you can see out the window where the sun is beginning to peek through the clouds. The music and laughter coming from the other parts of Nick’s house had died off ages ago, and you had both assumed everyone had either found somewhere to crash or gone home. Harry had offered to take you home, but you were quick to let him know that you were perfectly content right here with him. So, you talk about everything -- your childhoods, your exes, your families, your favorite songs (you both have Can’t Help Falling In Love in your top five), and everything inbetween. You find out that his favorite movie is The Notebook, and you laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world, because it’s so undeniably Harry. 

Then you wonder how you got to know him so well over the last few hours that you’d be able to make that judgement. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird,” you tell him, and he just grins down at you, laughing so quiet the sound is hardly even there. “Say you’re a bird,” you urge, quoting the movie word for word, and both of your smiles only grow. “Say it,” and he’s beaming at you, his fingers twisted in the ends of your hair. “’M a bird,” he finally says, and you applaud him. “I’m gonna’ start calling you Noah,” you say decisively, and you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, but you don’t mention it. “’S fine -- didn’t think you wanted t’call me anything f’awhile. Thought ya’ must’ve hated me. Nick swears he’s asked you a million times t’have lunch w’us, and you always say no if ‘m involved,” he murmurs, pushing a bit of your hair out of your face as he smirks down at you. “I’m just weird about my friendship with Nick, s’all. I never hangout with any of his friends, because I’ve seen people use him to network and stuff, and I never want him to think that’s what I’m doing,” you explain, and Harry nods like he understands. “Y’are weird,” is what he agrees with, though, and this time you do swat at his arm, but it isn’t effective at all because of your bad angle. “Think I’d like f’you t’keep me around, though. Y’never even have t’know I have any friends ‘f it means you’ll hangout w’me. And Nick. Or just Nick, or just me. Whatever,” he adds, and it makes you smile once again. 

“Think I’d like that very much, Noah Calhoun.”

“Know I’d like it very much, Allie Hamilton.”

--

You end up spending more time with Harry than you do Nick, and it’s not on purpose, it’s just what happens. You both get shit from Nick all the time about how you can’t live without each other, that Harry acts like he’s properly in mourning if you’re out of town without him, that you should just fuck already and save yourselves all the bad dates you’re going to go through before you realize you’re going to end up together. It’s annoying, really. You and Harry have both said so, but there are times when you think about how you told him every detail about yourself while laying in his lap in the middle of Nick’s kitchen and it makes you wonder if he’s right. You can’t see yourself ever being as comfortable or as happy as you are when you’re with Harry, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

He’s your best friend. He’s going to stay your best friend. 

[getseriouser]

20 THOUGHTS: Spud

1.        Far greater and more important tributes will be paid for Danny Frawley on fair greater and more important platforms by far greater and more important people. 

But whilst it will not go undersold here that he was a cherished, beloved and legendary father, husband, friend, captain, teammate, coach, leader, colleague, commentator, analyst, he was also a great and important personality in so many of our lives. 

Chances are, and it helps I know the vast majority of this column’s recipients, that most who read this would at some stage have engaged in the weekend Triple M football coverage, be it a must-have outlet in consuming their footy media or as a knockabout way to unwind on a weekend. 

The week is for work but the weekend is to rest and to play and for so many of us it meant the Saturday Rub and their self-deprecating, piss-taking, barley football-themed banter that we all enjoyed and got a lot from. 

Spud was paramount to that. We may not fully at the time but now can appreciate how much his work on the wireless gave to our lives. To this day we could all remember how memorable, funny and enjoyable all of that was. 

For me I think to when he spent ten minutes giving Garry Lyon a complete once over on his demeanour in his return to rescue Melbourne, it was some of his best work. “The Sheriff’s back in town!” Or any of their 360 feedback session were great, too when he christened Tony Jones as Chompers or went for ‘Haircut’ Timms, the list goes on. Hit up YouTube or the Triple M footy podcast and reminisce. 

So for us, we remember Spud for many things, be it Bounce, Richmond coach, or St Kilda legend. But in amongst that and so much more we pause, remember and thank Spud for the laughs, memories and outlet his personality provided us all every weekend. A tough day was always lightened by the humour Spud brought every single time. 

The last ten years may have been tougher than Spud deserved but he leaves behind a legacy to be proud of. Not just in terms of football and then entertaining so many of us, but with regard mental health too. 

RUOk day is this Thursday and Spud was an ambassador for it. But one day is never enough. Every day and any day is a day to check in with someone. And perhaps don’t literally ask them if they’re ok, have a longer chat than usual with someone you cherish, get a sense of where they’re at. Or better still, have a conversation with someone you only just know that you otherwise wouldn’t. Get a read. And if you think something’s off – you’re probably right. 

And if nothing else this Thursday, or Friday, or later today – do it because Spud would want us too. 

So to Spud, please rest easy now big fella, you’ve earned it. The troubles are behind you but the impressions you’ve left on many, those who knew you or many like us that only felt like we did, will live on for eternity.   

Rest up now, mate.

The rest of this seems trivial but let’s drift elsewhere...

2.       Patrick Dangerfield. Looked immense in that second half, in fact it appeared he was single-handedly dragging his team within a sniff, and given the margin in the end was just the ten points credit it to him for that. But in the first half, going the other way, he was to blame as anyone in a hooped jumper. Danger had as many tackles for the game as De Goey did. In the first half where the Pies were running ragged, it was the Geelong midfield who weren’t up to stopping them, and no.35 was one of the main culprits. Sure. When you’re that good running ‘that way’ then you might be forgiven. But in a big final, where the game was lost in the first 40 or so minutes, not running ‘the other way’ kinda makes all that jazzy, sexy, look at me stuff in the second half all a bit redundant for mine; it’s the reason he is playing this Friday and not having a weekend off, really.

3.       Silver lining to the De Goey injury – this column isn’t sold he, Elliott and Stephenson are ready to click in the same team. Sure, they’re all clearly best 22 so on talent alone no De Goey is a net loss, no question. But the impact, negatively, of not getting the best out of one or two of that trio because the meshing, the chemistry, the most effective structure to play them in doesn’t exist, or exist yet, is one worth avoiding. Doesn’t mean De Goey’s injury is a good thing, doesn’t mean their premiership chances are assisted, if anything they’re worse off. But it’s a problem that goes away, at the same time, which is a silver lining for sure.

4.       Six of Darcy Moore’s intercept marks were contested. Not six of all his marks, but six of his intercept marks. That’s phenomenal. And how many gooses in the media wouldn’t have played him. Please be serious.

5.       Blicavs into the ruck on Friday changed the game? Yeah nah. Lets look at this properly. Firstly, the weather decision was trash because anyone with a weather app saw the forecast rain was never turning up. But don’t forget how small the Pies forwardline is. Brody Mihocek is barely a tall and that’s all the Maggies have. If anything have a go at the Cats for not dropping Harry Taylor on matchups, but that’s another point. Blicavs in defence wasn’t going to change a thing, and if anything is fractionally more trustworthy as a ruck than Rhys Stanley. But Stanley, Blicavs, Brad “Pill” Ottens, its up against Grundy so the point is moot anyway. Either way, the game was over because the Cats midfield didn’t work hard enough and the game plan stank.

6.       Brett Deledio is a star and what a bit of teamwork that was in his final game. Cooked the calf really early on but kept going to honour rotations for his teammates. A tremendously talented player crueled by injury and no Tigers fan forgets he left only 12 months before the premiership drought was broken. And no hard feelings at all for seeking success elsewhere, it would have been richly deserved. Onya Lids.

7.       Geez Shane Edwards was good on Saturday night, but its all about Dusty. Yes, Martin was a total freak show when he touched the ball, but it was six snags, predominantly from inside 50 groundball, hardly a hard-working performance. He had as many disposals on the night as David Astbury, so lets be sensible.

8.       But back on Titch, 29 touches, six tackles, eight clearances and a goal. The coaches gave Martin nine votes in the Gary Ayers Medal, sure, but Edwards as well got nine too. Did he get a mention anywhere Sunday morning? Hardly.

9.       Riddle me this. Jeremy McGovern threw Matt Guelfi into a Bunnings chair on the boundary at Optus a few months ago. Got a week. Nic Naitanui with similar if not a tad more force throws Zach Merrett into the fence, gets off. If Merrett’s head hits the edge of the fence that’s properly serious. So would the penalty then be more? Or does Nic Nat get off because Merrett was fine, despite the action? Or does hair-pulling allow such a reaction? Don’t get that.

10.   And, lets not forget, in the AFLW there are rules saying long-hair must be tied up, to avoid hair-pulling deliberately or accidentally. But Nic Nat, who looks great by the way, love the dreads, can free-flow to his heart’s content.

11.   And further again, hair in the NFL is considered part of your uniform. So technically pulling Nic Nat’s hair might be a high tackle but if you get a bit below the neck you might be alright.

12.   The Toby Greene one confuses me. He mustn’t have eye-gouged. If he did, give him life, but if he hasn’t, fair enough. Now it all looked very rough and getting close to line-crossing, but a hefty fine just confuses me. It’s a free kick or its lots of weeks. Not some contrived in the middle result. Then again, for mine, what would’ve been better was some greater flag-flying from Bont’s teammates, Greene had a week to do whatever he liked to Bont and that grub shouldn’t have had such a luxury.

13.   Still rated the Dogs’ season, bitterly disappointing end but that lineup, keeping fit, has fourteen plus wins written all over them next year. A ‘buy’.

14.   Giants, play like that again they are a show. But would you trust them? Last time these teams met, in Sydney, the GWS rolled over, but can look like worldbeaters otherwise. No idea.

15.   Brissy, yeah, just got spooked, had enough pill to probably keep that thing closer a lot longer but stuffed their chances and made a right mess of it. Sudden death footy now so they might have another win or two in them but they’re cutting it fine.

16.   Richmond still wins the flag for mine. Their toughest game will be Friday week. West Coast wins this Friday, say, and does it really well, the Eagles are probably the best chance this comp has of preventing a second Tiger flag in three. Because if not, the Tigs will be very difficult for the Pies or Lions (or Giants) the week after, making amends for the lost year last year. West Coast are a tricky team to play against, in good form, anywhere in the country. I still think Richmond wins that prelim matchup though, but not as easily as the odds may say.

17.   How good is Steve Smith. The fact he is averaging over 100 in first innings since his first test century? That if he had played Headingley he’d be the first ever to score 1000 runs in a series during this Oval test match? Or that remarkably his average in the last Ashes over there was actually higher than this one? Freak. Total freak.

18.   And Steve Harmison can sod off the salty prick. Says no matter what Smith will always be remembered as a cheat. Now Steven. We only remember you for your accurate line and length to second slip and your wobbly guts that used to shift side to side in your run up. If you’ve got nothing nice to say then stick to your Weight Watches program and aim for the stumps next time my old mate.

19.   And yes, we cut it fine with the test going to the last hour, threatened by a draw caused by bad light, but we have been the far better team. Australia has declared three times this series, England only once, Australia has two scores over 400, England only one, Australia has only one all out score under 200, England has three. And total wickets so far, England 67, Australia 74. Clear to me.

20.   Rafa Nadal wins number 19, one within Federer. Last two years now, has made five finals, won three, Fed, two finals, won one. Djokovic, who is on 16, only four finals but won them all. Federer is seen as the GOAT (if its not Laver) but five years older than Nadal, so surely finishes up before, likely to be overtaken by the Spainard, and is 4-10 to Nadal in Grand Slam matches, 10-14 to Nadal in Finals and 3-6 to Nadal in Grand Slam Finals. If Federer is better than Laver, and Nadal ends up with more Slams than Federer, surely Nadal is the GOAT?

[thephillyphiles-blog]

The Meet Cute

Meet Cute: Fact or Fiction?

If you’ve seen any romantic comedy*, then you are at least somewhat familiar with the so-called “meet cute,” that serendipitous, seemingly random, typically adorable occurrence in which two individuals meet each other and instantly connect.  In movies, it often involves some level of clumsiness at a time when neither party is actively looking to fall in love, but fate demands they come together.  Sometimes what starts out as dislike turns to understanding and affection when one individual gets to see the softer side of the other.  I love a movie meet cute, the kind that makes your heart swell and convinces you for a brief moment that if you go to enough farmers markets or record stores, you too can literally run face-first into your soul mate.  It’s organic and effortless and the two participants are good looking and it seems simple enough.

But the question facing us today is whether the meet cute is just a sweet-sounding device of romantic fiction, or if it’s actually plausible in today’s largely digital dating scene.  Is it really possible to meet someone when you’re simply going about your business and not necessarily looking to find love?  Or, forget love, is it possible to just get a date this way?  And...why am I so desperate to meet cute?

But Everyone Says It’s Impossible

I’ve run this idea of the modern-day meet cute by numerous people, both single and in relationships, of varying ages, and the consensus is bleak: no, they say, the meet cute is a myth in this day and age, it will never happen.  All agree that it’s a nice idea, but it’s simply not feasible.  For the most part, people seem to believe that dating apps have replaced almost every other method of meeting people, and that singles are so focused on swiping or on hooking up that the necessary ingredients for a chance meeting simply do not exist.  Even my therapist told me that it’s no longer possible to meet someone out and about--it just doesn’t happen anymore.

I’m not completely satisfied with this answer.  Is it possible that we’re simply not aware enough of what is going on around us to pick up on signals from potential cute meeters (someone help me with the grammar here)?  When I leave my house, I’m almost always in workout clothes with little to no makeup and dirty hair.  I have headphones in, my phone is glued to my hand, and the fact that I’ve left the house most likely means that I’m hoofing it somewhere and don’t have time to stop and pet the puppies in Rittenhouse Square Park.  I suppose my look would not be categorized as “approachable” and if someone were to approach me I wouldn’t hear them over My Favorite Murder playing in my earbuds.  If someone were to look past my disheveled appearance and the fact that I’m walking at an olympic-level pace and actually want to spark a conversation, there is almost no chance that I’d notice.  And if I did, my cynicism from years of dealing with gross guys would probably deal the final blow.  Perhaps I’m diminishing my own chances of experiencing the elusive meet cute.

Testimony on Behalf of the Meet Cute

In writing this, I am reminded of two real-life stories about girls I know meeting their now-husbands in very romantic serendipitous ways (names have been changed to preserve anonymity).  First, the story of Amy, an extremely accomplished doctor living in Philadelphia.  Amy had left Philly to do her residency, where she began a serious relationship with a fellow doctor, but when residency was over, she realized this guy wasn’t worth staying for, so she ended it and moved back home.  Being the badass that she is, Amy bought her own house in Passyunk and lived there happily with her dog, content to be single again after a trying relationship in which she felt she had lost herself.  One day, Amy was walking her dog and, in the middle of a crosswalk, a man going the opposite way stopped to pet him.  Amy was struck by how cute this man was and how good he was with her cantankerous dog, so, in an act that Amy describes as completely unlike her, she asked the man if he wanted to walk with her to the dog park.  The man, who is very shy and unassuming, was somewhat gobsmacked by her offer and agreed.  After talking for a while and exchanging numbers, the two began dating, fell in love, and got married.  They share a beautiful daughter and a beautiful life and I’ve yet to meet two people more perfect for each other.  

The second story is about Bella, a twenty-something Philadelphian who had been rather unlucky in love.  Despite her best efforts, she seemed to keep picking guys who turned out overly possessive and sometimes a little scary.  Given this past, Bella was not desperate to meet someone and she was happy to take a girls-only trip down the shore to Sea Isle City.  One evening, Bella and her friends were at a popular Sea Isle bar for happy hour and she made eye contact with a guy.  She thought he was cute but wasn’t interested in meeting anyone, and besides, he was standing and talking closely with another girl.  After a few minutes, the guy approached Bella with a drink, clearly wanting to make conversation, but she turned him down, thinking it was extremely rude of him to hit on her while he was there with another girl.  Bella is one of those girls who can shut you down with a brief withering look, so the guy went sheepishly back to his friends, defeated.  Later that evening, a mutual friend (because it’s Sea Isle and the bars are packed mutual friends) asked Bella what the guy had said to her, to which she responded he didn’t have to say anything, she saw he was with another girl.  The friend explained that the girl was actually just his cousin, nothing more.  Bella thought for a moment about whether to apologize for shutting him down.  She bought two drinks at the bar and approached the guy with one of them, sorry for the immediate brush off.  Although it was purely a good-faith gesture, the two began talking and it turned out they had much more than their friend in common.  They got married earlier this year and are incredibly happy together.

So maybe the meet cute isn’t dead after all.

*My Favorite Movie Meet Cutes (just a few favorites):

Bridesmaids (2011): Kristen Wiig meets Chris O’Dowd when he pulls her over for erratic driving, then tears up her ticket because he’s the sweetest Irish cop in Milwaukee.  Their paths continue to cross and his kindness strikes a chord at a difficult time in her life.

Silver Linings Playbook (2012): Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence meet at a dinner party and instantly begin to spar, seemingly despising each other.  But when the conversation turns to which psych meds they’re each taking, a deep connection is formed between them.

The Wedding Planner (2001): JLo’s Gucci heel is stuck in the road and she refuses to abandon it despite the dumpster hurtling toward her at full speed.  Matthew McConaughey pulls her to safety just in time, saving JLo and her shoe.

Sleepless in Seattle (1993): possibly the most beloved meet cute in modern film history, Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan are perfect for each other but fate seems to keep them apart, until they finally meet on the top of the Empire State Building and they just know.

Pretty Woman (1990): Julie Roberts is a sex worker with a heart of gold who gives the antiseptic, acrophobic Richard Gere directions.  Charmed by her boldness, he performs a Pygmalion-like transformation and they realize they each have exactly what the other needs. 

When Harry Met Sally (1989): the classic polar-opposites meet cute takes place when Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan drive across the country together after college, discovering immediately that they could not be more different.  But it turns out that’s exactly what makes them perfect for each other.

What’s Next

In an effort to determine whether a meet cute is actually possible, I will attempt a few things: leaving my house more, dressing like an adult, washing my hair with more frequency, and generally trying to seem like a person you might want to interact with.  It’ll be tough, but I think I can handle it.  I also want to do a little more digging on the subject and try to determine why a meet cute seems so much better than meeting someone online, a preconceived notion that I’ve had immense trouble shaking.  So stay tuned for continued ~insights~ on this topic.

As I wrote last time, I am forcing myself to try Hinge and Bumble again.  I hope to answer many questions and try to see the upside of it all, as well as share some choice interactions.  Again, if you have recommendations for other apps or tips on how to best to approach the online game, please let me know.  If there are any topics/questions you want me to address or specific things you want me to try, feel free to contact me.  Also, if you have experiences you’d like to share please send them to me!  You will remain anonymous!

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PSA

To begin, this took a lot of thought and contemplation – approximately three months’ worth where myself and my writing partner, Tabitha ( @jikookrph ), had to decide if dredging all of this old stuff up and facing the backlash was truly worth warning others so that they did not have to endure the same things we did, or the things that we have observed occurring since.

To begin, my name is Jules, and I’m in my late twenties.  I struggle a lot with feeling “too old” to roleplay online given the relatively young average age of the Tumblr roleplayer, but I’ve found entirely too many great friends in my writing partners to give it up.  I’ve always been creative, I love to write, and I struggle with face-to-face interpersonal relationships, so Tumblr is kind of my safe haven.

I joined solemnlyswearrp, a next-generation appless, plotless, roleplay group in late March or early April of 2016 after finding it in a Tumblr search of “HP rp”. I didn’t know anyone on Tumblr, and had only done one other Tumblr roleplay a few years ago that was a continuation of a roleplay community established on Oasiz, a chat service utilized primarily by roleplayers that has more or less gone defunct in the age of Tumblr, Twitter, and forum roleplays.

In the beginning, everything and everyone in Solemnly Swear was great.  The admins seemed really cool, there were about twenty or so amazing writers, and we were continually growing and inviting in new roleplayers and characters. As the months, progressed, however, I gradually started to notice things that began to bother me, which I will be detailing.  Some of these things I should have noticed to begin with, and others I only noticed as I got to know other writers in the community. Please read updates below the cut.

The roleplay, quite literally, revolves around the admins’ characters.   Of the four quidditch teams, the two admins, J and M, captained three of them with their characters, which meant that one admin had a captain for half of the available spots.  Despite activity from most of the people playing quidditch players, the House Cup came down between the two teams that were both captained by admin M’s characters.  In one game, one of M’s teams scored 200 points over the average of other winning teams to put that team on top.  I understand this to a point.  Admin M played James Potter, son of Harry Potter and all-around golden boy, but it would have been nice to mix things up.   Most of the major plot points also went to the admins, characters involved with theirs, or with people they were close friends with.  Of the plots that I know about, one of the significant others of admin M’s character was beaten to the point of memory loss, and then beaten again and murdered.  Admin M’s character also suffered from temporary paralysis after…something.  I don’t even remember what. Admin J also had a character suffer from memory loss, and that same character also had a significant other (played by the same mun playing admin M’s previously mentioned and now dead significant other) get pregnant.  To date, as far as my knowledge goes, there have been no other plots of this proportion that have been approved.

Some players and characters are outright discriminated against.   My writing partner, Tabitha, had the misfortune of being one of these people, but I’ve seen it happen to a few others in the community.  From the beginning, even when the group was relatively small, Tabi’s starters were largely ignored. As it grew, this continued to be the case, and I can tell you it wasn’t from Tabitha’s lack of trying, and even replying to starters herself.  Simply put, she continually had people drop threads on her, and it wasn’t because of quality of content.   Tabitha had followed the group from a previous roleplay and was familiar with both admins, and apparently, had somehow upset at least admin J. That’s the only reason we can come up with that, literally, every single one of admin J’s characters disliked every single one of Tabitha’s.  To the point that one of admin J’s characters accused Tabitha’s character of emotionally abusing his girlfriend and forcing her into a relationship because the girlfriend character was a friend of one of admin J’s.  (We have since learned from another previous player that admin J felt as if the girlfriend’s mun was forced into the plot - despite she and Tabi having been plotting it out for months - and, without her permission, accused Tabi’s character of it IC.) The only thing I have been able to point out as being different about Tabitha’s characters is that she utilizes K-pop fcs, and was the only one to do so.  I wasn’t aware of the stigma sometimes associated with this until I befriended Tabi in this group, but no matter how diverse or friendly any of her characters were, they were all summarily ignored if not outright disliked.   (Note:  Solemnly Swear is also guilty of only using “token poc” faceclaims such as Harry Shum, Jr., Arden Cho, Candice Patton.  Their “diverse fcs” really aren’t all that diverse.) Another player was outright ignored because her character was a drug addict.  She was trying to give the group some real diversity, but she was attacked in anons until she finally had the character in recovery faster than she preferred.

Their gossip blog is toxic and outright abusive.   I cannot even begin to exaggerate this enough. The gossip blog accused Tabitha’s character of forcing himself on his girlfriend, and joked around about the character’s girlfriend having Stockholm Syndrome as a result and needing to be rescued.  It upset Tabitha, it was spoken about, it was not removed.  It is not okay to accuse someone of abuse.   Links x x My character, which happened to be the brother of Tabitha’s character, was also accused of being “creepy” and “too aggressive” for jokingly saying he liked his crush more than food (he’s a bottomless pit).  I think this was spurred on by some personal things (more in #4), but in general, the gossip blog only existed to constantly insult characters, and to sometimes do it solely because they didn’t like the player.   Link x One of my other characters was also called “selfish” and “indecisive” because she was polyromantic and in an open relationship with two boys, because neither boy at the time was seeing anyone else.  She did not force the boys into the relationship, and if the same sort of thing was said about another lifestyle, this would not be okay.  It was poly-shaming to a disgusting degree.  I was also more or less bullied by my character being bullied by the gossip witches excessively, to which I was not supposed to respond to in-character (I was actually reprimanded for my character defending herself) or “take personally because it’s just the gossip witch’s opinion”.  But when the gossip blog continually talks about what a terrible person your character is (and no one else’s to the same degree), it’s really not okay.  It got to the point that I nearly considered killing my character off just to spite them and not have to deal with it anymore. Links x x  x x  x The gossip blog, run by admin M (though she has since given up her role on the blog since Tabi’s and mine departure) and another player that no longer participates in the RP, was known for being negative and nasty, and in my opinion, was used as an excuse to attack characters either they or their friends didn’t like.  My character was outright bullied through the anons and the gossip blog (though myself and several other former players now believe the nasty anons were most likely sent by admin J simply because of the level of detail and reading-into paid to certain plots she openly didn’t like - like the ship mentioned below in #4).  While players can opt not to follow the blog, they cannot opt out of having the gossip blog talk about them, which is complete and utter bullshit. Essentially, you are required to sit back and be silent about being bullied “in character” and have no recourse but to talk to the people running the blog, but are continually fed the “this is just a character and their opinion”.  I mean, it’s pretty bad when people don’t want to follow their own group’s gossip blog, right? Link x

They pride themselves on not being clique-y, but they really are?? Bubbling is a huge problem in-game, and the admins and their writing partners contribute to a majority of it.  I’ve seen the admins called out multiple times for bubbling together, and the excuse is usually “we know each other IRL so it’s just easier”.  Mind you, they don’t have any issues calling others out on bubbling.  See #6.  There are players who do not interact with any characters not played by certain people, players who will only ship with certain other players, etc.  Yet somehow some starters and characters get utterly ignored. Links x x x x  x x

The game is absolutely not about ships, except it really is, to an insane degree.   One of the first admin posts I was ever around for was one that said that the game was not about ships, and that not everyone needed to be in a relationship.  Keep this in mind as you read the rest… Things really started going downhill for myself personally when my first ever male character, had absolutely amazing chemistry with another. The other character was relatively new, played by someone new to our group, but had come up with a pre-established best friend relationship with admin J’s main character.  This other player made it clear from the get-go that she shipped based off chemistry, and neither of us expected our two characters to hit it off as spectacularly as they did, but, there you go.  Our characters were people that surprised even their writers sometimes, which is fantastic.  All of a sudden (in my opinion), admin J’s character had feelings for the other one, and confessed them after the character had told admin J’s that he had a date with mine.   Now, to give you some backstory, admin J’s character has quite a romantic history. She began the year hooking up with her best friend (James Potter) and falling for him, but a relationship never happened.  She then began dating one of her other best friend’s exes (though they’d been broken up for a year or two, I think?).  After that relationship ended, she hooked up with Albus Potter (James’ brother, and another close, childhood friend of her character’s) who was, at the time, dating admin J’s character’s closest friend and teammate, W.  Whew, right?   Now, my character, who had kind of always admired W from afar, had seen all of this go down, and now, he was dealing with the same girl suddenly confessing her feelings to the boy he liked and had also known for years (it was his brother’s roommate).  Admin J responded to one of my starters (in other words, my character did not seek hers out), and Hermes (my character) responded to her presence by asking admin J’s character if she liked the other one before or after he’d told her that he had a date with Hermes.  At which point, Hermes pointed out the character’s seeming pattern of falling for her friends only after someone else paid them attention, and worse.  There was no name-calling, he didn’t get in her face, he just heatedly pointed out that she had a shitty pattern of deciding when she liked someone.   Admin J decided that I was attacking her OOC.  I shit you not.  Admin J actually approached me and told me that she felt like I was trying to control her character, and that her character hadn’t done anything wrong so mine had “no reason to be upset with her”.  I responded by telling her it felt like she was attempting to control my character and his feelings, and that it seemed as if people weren’t allowed to dislike admin J’s character or point out her very publicly played out flaws.

If the admins like you, the rules they set do not apply to you.  If they do not like you, they will create rules just for you.   The person that played characters that were significant others of both admin J and admin M (the same characters mentioned above) is not even remotely held to the rules.  The person disappears for long periods of time, was given more hiatuses than anyone else, was allowed to repeatedly drop and pick up characters, etc.  Myself, Tabitha, and a few others that have since left the roleplay have noticed it, and it’s just not fun when the rules don’t apply to a select few.   None of the admin characters were ever put on the activity check despite some of the characters going weeks without being played.  Some of the characters of people they were very friendly with also never got put on activity checks, either.   On the flip side, if they don’t like you, they’ll create new rules just for you. Tabitha had a character with an eating disorder.  Keeping in mind that Tabi followed the group over from a previous roleplay, she had been playing this character with an eating disorder the entire time the roleplay existed.  Essentially, he worked out too much and ate too little, extremely restricting his intake.  It was often mentioned in threads.  Then, when it started gaining attention and the character started to see that it was an issue and made strides to getting better, Tabi was approached and told that she should have gotten admin approval because now there were too many characters with eating disorders (all having joined after Tabitha). After the drama with admin J above, less than two weeks later, Tabitha was approached for bubbling, and also spoken to because two of her characters, who were best friends, were extremely close with the same character – another one of mine.  Now, as mentioned above, Tabi did everything she could possibly do to get plots with others, but she was ignored and so she and I wrote a ton together, though I still had interactions with a wide array of characters played by multiple mun’s. After Tabi’s other partner abruptly dropped their plot, we decided to begin a plot that would eventually evolve into a polyamorous romance between two of Tabi’s characters, and one of mine.  Her two characters were not going to be romantically involved with each other, but would “share” mine.  When Tabi was approached about her two characters being possibly romantically involved, she explained that that would not be the case.   So we begin the poly plot, and as soon as it is explicitly laid out in writing (despite the fact that there were several other posts obviously leading up to it), admin J sends Tabitha a message saying that we are not allowed to do a polyamorous plot, that it was too much bubbling even Tabi’s two characters were not romantically involved. (Note: for clarification sake, they would not even be sharing a bed with my character at the same time.)  Admin J explicitly stated that having my character involved with two characters played by the same person was not allowed.  The other thing that also highly upset me was that admin J only approached Tabitha about this (who has admitted multiple times she has problems with confrontations with authority figures) despite it obviously also affecting my character.  If you’re going to be an admin, you have to learn to put personal feelings aside to do your job.  That’s what you signed up for. As no one else had ever had to run their ship through admin approval, we were both upset, especially because Tabi tried so damn hard to interact with others. We went to admin M who was on vacation, and found out that admin J had approached Tabitha without even speaking to admin M about the situation. To be frank, it felt like Tabitha was being singled out because admin J didn’t like me – something that had been stated bluntly after the debacle with admin J being upset because she didn’t get the ship she wanted.   Admin M wanted to speak to us, but was understandably busy on vacation, and in the meantime, Tabi and I really stopped to think about what we were still doing in the community.  Between being singled out by admin J, the bullying over the gossip blog, being ignored, we came to the decision that Solemnly Swear just wasn’t for us.  We left in October of 2016.  Admin M and I did eventually talk, but she was upset because we’d already decided to leave before she was able to clear things up.  She maintained that it was a miscommunication on admin J’s part, that the only issue was that admin J thought that both of Tabi’s characters were going to be involved together, but as stated above, that is not what she said.  She said, specifically, that even if they weren’t romantically involved, the connection was too close.  There was no miscommunication except apparently between the admins.  Admin J decided to make a rule for us and then wanted to backtrack on it when I involved admin M. We started a next-generation roleplay of our own, invited a handful (and I mean less than five) people from Solemnly Swear who we were personally close to, packed our shit, and left.  We found out recently that one of admin J’s characters is currently in a polyamorous/open relationship with two of admin M’s.

White-washing was deemed okay because Hollywood does it.   Screen shots below speak for this matter enough: Links x  x  x

TL;DR:  I believe Solemnly Swear to just be incredibly toxic, and I want to warn people before they put themselves through the stress that Tabitha and I endured there.  I’ve never quit a Tumblr roleplay before because of toxicity, just because of inactivity, and leaving some of my writing partners and plots behind was incredibly hard.  (I missed some of the people so much I actually tried to go back, but was denied because I didn’t want to interact with Admin J or her characters at all.  Luckily, I’ve had a few of the writers I regretted not interacting with or missed reach out to me since this was originally posted.)  And while I’m a firm believer in “you can leave, no one is forcing you to be there”, I feel like Solemnly Swear is incredibly deceptive in that it can start out seeming fantastic and just gradually turn into a shit-show because you don’t know beforehand that you won’t get major plots, that the story revolves solely around the admins’ characters, and that there is a heavy show of favoritism.  So my message to the rpc is simply…be wary.

Note: I have included what screenshots I can, but Tabitha got so stressed out with the entire situation that she deleted her blogs associated with Solemnly Swear, and I repurposed mine and deleted messaging conversations so I no longer had to look at them.

Also, no, neither Tabi nor myself sent any of the anons captured.  I always pretty straightforward and blunt about my feelings to both admins. 

UPDATE #1:  You can read their rebuttal here.  I want to include all sides, but I’ve already addressed most of the issues they raised.  Firstly, they never had any issue with Tabitha, so calling her problematic or hinting she was such, pisses me off.  Secondly, I was reprimanded as I stated earlier, for my character defending herself from the abusive gossip witches/gossip blog in-character, and by the admin for attempting to “control her character” because mine didn’t like her.  The only other complaint that was brought to my attention was one by a writer that I still write with, who got a little too in her feelings that day, and openly admits to such. 

Several other former members of the group have come to me to support the PSA and me for writing it because they didn’t want to leave on a bitter note, but we’ve had some long conversations about the issues that continue to pervade this RP and made them reluctant to invite their friends to write with them.  It’s sad that instead of taking multiple complaints to heart they continue to blame their players who only wanted a positive place to write together.  UPDATE #2:  Admin J and Admin M have stepped down, but remain in the game.  I am not familiar with the new admins but wish them the best of luck in turning this RP around.  As stated, it started out as a fun and supportive place to be and I met several wonderful people there, so hopefully they can make things fair, balanced, and fun once again.